Week one of my release. It’s Friday and I thought a feast was in order. Nothing too expensive but tasty… And so I decided on tuna. We got a couple of thick juicy steaks, an Italian style salad and some chips (that’s French fried potato to the yanks, not crisps) and while Louise kindly cooked the fish for about 4 minutes, I opened a bottle of Prosecco.
We followed this with mince pies (not allowed by law in England at Christmas) and some apple wood smoked cheddar. There’s some Sauvignon Blanc to finish off… Yum!
Just so you know, I’m bored. It’s not so much that I have nothing to do, but that I can’t really do any of it. It’s uncomfortable even to sit in a chair for very long (though thick cushions help), so I end up back on my bed which is suboptimal. Continue reading “Recovery’s a bitch”
It’s good to be home, that’s for sure! Though life is still unsettled for the moment. They finally let me out about 2 o’clock yesterday afternoon, and Louise brought me home on the underground, and then bought me pizza for lunch, my first in more than a week… Continue reading “The Great Adventure – Part 9 (Epilogue: V+8)”
A two day update then, since I didn’t write yesterday. I had a much better night Thursday night, and so was bouncy as I could be on Friday. This was even better since I had a lot of visitors.
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.