Back Diary: Day 3

Day 3:
 In the morning when breakfast came, Dad was with me and I ate some cereal and some of my Dads toast.  We put the TV on and watched something, my Mum then came with my two sisters, which was nice although I am not the best company.  I am tired and always complaining about the pain, I wanted loads of morphine to help ease the pain.  My sisters sat and talked with me and they had brought stuff to occupy them as I think my Mum knew I wouldn't be u for much.  We all watched the tv and my sisters walked around the room. As my Mum had been there before, she knew the kitchen staff and was able to order herself tea and biscuits that came with it.  I had to drink a lot of water so I didn't get dehydrated.  When lunch came,  I was able to eat a little bit of it, but not much as I couldn't stomach the whole thing.  My sisters had a bit of lunch as well from what was in the kitchen.  
Both my Yiayia's (Grandma) came to visit me and when they saw me, they each gave me a kiss, I was able to talk to them a little bit, but I was very tired and rested my eyes while my Mum talked to my Yiayia's, most probably about me. My yiayia's both left and, it was quiet again.

My sisters played with what they had and I watched tv resting my eyes inbetween, as I can't really sleep throughout the day.  I nibbled on some snacks throughout the afternoon, but nothing too heavy as I was not hungry and didn't want too eat.  My Mum had some tea and my sisters drank and had the cookies that were laid out with my Mums tea.  It was early evening and when my Dad arrived, my Mum and sisters' left after saying bye to both me and my Dad.  I feel sad when my Mum leaves, although my Dad is there, I still miss her.  My dinner comes and again I don't eat much and let Dad have the rest with the dessert that accompanied it, refusing his offer when he asks if I want some.  We carry on watching tv and settle down.  Every two hours the nurses' still come in too take my vitals, changing from day nurses' to evening ones and this is different after being used to seeing familiar faces.
We both doze off throughout the sleep, neither of us getting much sleep, me because I am in pain and my Dad because the chair he is in is uncomfortable.  Every time I want to change sides, I call the nurses to help me, I have to have to nurses to move me so I don't move anything and have a pillow underneath me so it supports the bit that is not touching the bed.  When I do call the nurses in, it wakes my Dad which is unfortunate.  I seem to re-call calling the nurses a lot because of the pain, not that they could help much.  The night went slow and sunrise grew slowly.