I came into hospital yesterday afternoon. The weekend had been very peaceful and quiet at home as I was under orders not to stress out. We did in fact celebrate Helen's birthday after all on Friday evening when some friends came over for dinner. I thought it would be a bit like a hospital visit with (good food) but we drank three bottles of bubbly and some good white wine. the food and Wonderful Wendy oversaw the cooking. She also brought along a delicious chocolate birthday cake and an enormous pile of raspberries Helen prepped Considering it was an eclectic group of people I think we made a good stab at marking poor H's 60th birthday. And I did absolutely nothing which was great!
On Tuesday, woken at 0630 hrs for breakfast. 2 slices of toast and a pot of
tea. Nil by mouth now until after the operation, which is scheduled for
about 1400 hrs.
I shave my chest and legs and I
quite like it! Perhaps I should ask Helen what she thinks before I
make this a lifestyle choice. I have also washed myself allover with
some bactericide, the smell of which (mainly alcohol I think) nearly
made me feint. Now hoping that Helen will make it here from the
fracture clinic to see me before I go in to theatre.
The
next two days will be in ITU and after than I might still be too weak
to concentrate on much other than deep breathing (I am told I will need
to work hard on this to get the lungs going after being on the
heart-lung machine for 3 hours) and sodoku, and that probably the "mild"
version.
Time for a last visit to the loo before the pre-med.
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