There was the usual last minute dither – will he go home today or tomorrow – with me wondering if I should – if I could - book another night at the Lodge. In the end after phoning the hospital at 9.30 am I was told I could collect him at 11.30am and my brilliant landlady was able to phone a gentleman who was eager for my room.
In the end it was 1pm before they finally allowed us to leave but then everybody was happy and we had a safe journey home. I was thankful that I had managed the driving, parking and manoeuvring without mishap. On the way home MTL said
‘You’ve got your confidence back – driving.’
Actually I’m still a mess inside but a strange sort of inner rage carries me through. Weird!
I had planned to fill the operation time by taking a bus to Taunton for some retail therapy but the staff all seemed to be saying how much less of an op this was compared to the previous one so I thought I’d better stay put. Just as well because, although the nurse said,
‘Don’t worry if he’s back later than you expect,’ at 10.30 the stomach churning started until he was wheeled in soon after 11am.
Back home how great to get rid of the medical paraphernalia we no longer need. All seems to be working as it should and we just have to persevere with building up his appetite once more. Reminds me of when the boys used to be difficult with certain foods. I haven’t yet told MTL:
‘Cowboys love baked beans,’ but it could slip out at any time.
We have two visits to the surgery tomorrow; one in the morning to take blood and one in the afternoon to change the dressing. Sadly they couldn’t merge them apparently. I’m very impressed with the neat little wound. I’m not quite sure what speedos are but he could wear then with impunity.
Have I told you lately? We are both so very grateful.