I am up! Surprising a thing as this is to say, I’ve been committed to bed for 48 hours after surgery, and now I am up and about. I just did a walk down to the other end of the ward and back, which is apparently no mean feat after such a short time.
Tuesday night. I’m listening to an audiobook recording of Pratchett and Baxter’s The Long Earth. I’ve just had the last of the canullas removed from my hand. I came out of surgery about lunchtime yesterday and since then, been spending time between sleeping and suffering with a headache.
It’s 9:30 on Sunday night, and I’ve been here for five and a half hours. To say I am nervous would be an understatement. Louise left about 6, and food arrived about 35 minutes later. Since then, I’ve been mostly on my own.
The cool down sucks. Last evening I didn’t know what to do with myself. I was met in the hospital by Emma Rome and Louise Newberry, and we went to the local pub for a beer and some food. After a quite tasty meal, we headed off home, with Louise accompanying me. (more…)