Today has been a rubbish day. Never second guess where things are going, or what will happen next. This is the lesson, repeated so many times, but never it seems learnt. After yesterday's successful visit home, Adam complained of abdominal pain in the car back to the hospital. We thought little of it. Today he's had a painful stomach ache that has stopped him from eating, interfered with his drinking, and made him feel, and look, generally unwell. He's wanted to do nothing, he's done nothing. And to top everything off his temperature, having remained below 38° for the last 50 hours, has just risen to 38.1°.
I can't write any more.