I was staying in a hostel behind the hospital, called Wessex Heartbeat Hostel.
He was enjoying being off his face. He looked really well a couple of days later.
He was sick on Friday night and again on Saturday morning. He was hallucinating, but he knew he was. He knew what was real and what wasn’t.
He still ate next to nothing. He was home Thursday night, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday morning.
I bought Ibuprofen from the chemist and gave him a cocktail of those, 2 co-codamol, and a syringe of Oramorph.
He’d been taking that in hospital and it had helped. He was still in pain and still rocking.