My arms are sore. I had to rip the dressings off last night, as the itching was so intense I couldn’t sleep. Today the wounds have dried and are very painful. I have no dressings left and this ward is not stocked for burns. An amazon order should arrive tomorrow.
The mornings are the worst for me at the moment. I am at my lowest when I get up. I don’t want to get up but morning meds force me to. I’m so tired, but no one seems to believe me when I say I’m not sleeping. I hate myself today. I’ve just looked in the mirror and I look rough. I’m gaining weight despite the almost daily exercise and I feel so alone. I’m taking too long to get better.
I also miss little man today. I want to see him, but I can’t.