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Year View| Summary| Highlights| Month View| Wednesday 14 August 2002 (Day View)
14.08.2002 – Wednesday 14 August
- • Woke up. Had breakfast. Rested. Had lunch. Rested. Had dinner. Rested.
Slept. Woke up. Oh hang on... that’s tomorrow.
- • I have now had my collapsed lung for three weeks, with no apparent progress being made. I am not exactly happy about this. I guess nearly anything is better than the vacuum cleaner hose they put in to attempt to force a recovery last time I had surgery, but I am still not very happy about any of this. It’s very nice to be resting at home instead of a hospital though, and I’m managing to maintain my spirits only getting depressed sometimes.