This morning my pains wakened me and
continued all through the day. They are
not fierce pains but dull and as if a weight was pressing down on the lower
right hand side of the abdomen.
Mealtimes are some of the worst times of the
day, for all the others are being given their food while I get nothing. Since Friday evening I have eaten two poached
eggs and four slices of bread & butter.
I wish they would operate if I have appendicitis for it is liable to
come back again even if it passes now.
Today I learned that the “Squaddy” in the bed opposite me came out on
the same boat as I did though I did not know him of course.
We have a Radio in the Ward and this is played quite a bit, (to the
annoyance of the Arabs.)
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Every morning at six we are wakened by the
orderly and given a bowl of cold water each which those of us who are able can
wash.
At half seven we get breakfast which with
other meals I have not yet been able to enjoy.
At 12.30 we get lunch and a mid-afternoon break of a cup of tea and
bread, butter & jam precedes dinner at 5.30pm .
The orderly moved me into the other half of
the ward today where there are more Englishmen.
At dinner I was brought a meal by one of the
patients who are up and helping. I
thought it was the usual mistake made by these people and was very agreeably
surprised when he later returned with a confirmation from the Sister who said
it was about time I ate some food. I
enjoyed the meal and felt no ill effects from it.
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