Don't fight a cat. Ever.
Diary of the last 18 hours
Midnight, 2am, 3.30am, 5.10am
Wake, drink, drain.
Wake, drink, drain.
Possibly this will be the last night I feel the need to do this, I just want to expel any possible blood before a clot begins.
The good news is that for the whole weekend there has been no sign of sharks. The patient is just lying down, all day and all of the night, moving as little as…