The nurse told me this morning that they will be taking Liz off the machine tonight. Another doctor (whom might be the one that David had asked to come) will be looking her over and making sure that she will be able to breath on her own. He should be here in about an hour.
I was feeling horrible this morning, but the
email I got from David actually helped. I know that I should be stronger, I should remember that I am, for Liz's sake. It's just so hard sometimes, especially when the one you love is in this condition. I keep telling myself 'at least she's alive'. It helps sometimes.
I can hear the rain coming down on the roof. Maybe I should go outside and stand in it for a while. Maybe try having a smoke. Although, I don't want one. I finished off the bit of scotch that Simon gave me last night. Maybe I should ring Simon up, have him come over for a bit... maybe have him go to my flat and fetch me some clean clothes. I'm in need of them. I take showers here, but it would really help if I had clean clothes to wear too.
*hospital lights flicker from the storm*
Blimey. I hope we don't have a power cut.
*rings up Simon*