21 October 2011 Friday, Day 9
Today was the first day I had a meal myself not spoon fed. What were on the plate were still scoops of various colours though.
A nurse came and asked if I wanted to brush my teeth. Of course I did. He is a new nurse, at least new to me. After brushing (the nurse did the brushing), he asked if I wanted to spit the mouth rinse out or have it sucked out. I probably would make a mess if I spit it out, bearing in mind that I was lying flat. “Please suck it out,” I said. “Cool, that makes it fun for both of us,” he said.
The orthotic guy came and checked Grace and said he would customise the brace so that it would be more comfortable for her to wear.
Grace started to have a sore throat and had difficulty swallowing including even water. The nurse said it could be because of the car accident, it could also be because that a plastic tube was sent down the throat during operation two days ago. My sense of guilt was stronger.
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