End of day # 10

Sat here on my I pad whilst Doug slumbers peacefully after asking for "bubbly ice beer"! Thinking that sounds pretty good. Jon just left but he and good friend Greg had an entertaining and educated day talking with Doug by all accounts! Thankfully his 'Darth Vader' oxygen mask is off and he's maintaining good oxygen sats with just a loose mask hanging round his neck. He just needs to pull through the next few days with no repercussions from these bloody vasospasms...they seem to have it under control by increasing his BP... I know, it seems contradictory.
Miles spent time massaging Doug with the gadgets resembling torture devices Kimberly kindly lent us - they both seemed to get a lot of pleasure out it! Sooner we can get him off this bed the better...
He appears to have turned into an old slushy, holding my hand and telling me how female they are and how they just "waft over him in waves" whereas Jon had " male hands which establish contact,  grip, charge..." ... So I told him he was getting very poetical on us ... To which he replied "I don't know if its poetry but I know I'm fucking right" ... And promptly knighted Jon! Henceforth to be known as Sir Jon-James Bond. Asking if he wanted me to rub his back, he told the nurse "you wouldn't know it looking at her but she was a great fullback with the rugby 7's".
On hearing the nurse talking to the doctor on the phone attempting to get him come talk to us...doug piped up " tell him to get here now, I'm going to die in 10 minutes! Never a dull moment and good to see flashes of clarity returning with remarkable memory...although we're enjoying all the barmy bits too!
Now I'm off on this warm, sunny, springy day to be fed and watered by more dear chums and Doug wants to know why he cant come with me! keep that energy flowing...