Slept until 8:20, when I was woken by a knock on the door alerting me breakfast was here.
Radiation man came early to tell me it will definitely be Monday when I am released. Rads are 55.
It’s getting harder to write anything, simply because nothing is happening, and I guess when you are cut off from speaking face to face with people (apart from the odd word from doctors/nurses popping in), everything starts to blur into one.
I’m glad there’s no clock in the room, as I’m sure each hour would feel like a day. Only the weekend left here I suppose, but I’m unsure as to whether that will be worse and time will go slower or not.