Messaging

Every morning I message Ben in hospital (yes he was in overnight) to
see how he's going. I try and send a different message everytime. This
morning our conversation went like this:

Chris: "?"

Ben: "!"

5 minutes later:

Ben: "Platelets are 5, so nose bleeding understandable. I'll get
some this morning. Morphine is an all-rounder and fixes my mouth
almost completely alongside panadol which was a relief. Temp is back
to normal but they're doing antibiotics and blood cultures. Think I'll
be in here for the moment. I slept some from 4am onwards, nothing
before. Not sure why, cos I had no pain. there's your update."

Chris: "Great report. Can I blog it?"

Ben: "Thought you'd say that. Yeah."