This is the day I go home from hospital. Not that the process is simple. I still have two stitches out (the last ones), all dressings removed and Mr Shipolini to review the echocardiogram prepared yesterday to ensure there was no liquid around the heart. He arrives and says he is happy to sign me out, assuring me that once I get home "it will be a whole new ball game". I am not sure whether this is good or bad but look forward to giving it a go.
Of course getting out of hospital, even a private hospital, is not all that easy. Lots of waiting around for drugs, for the nurses' discharge letter, spare elastic stockings and goodness knows what. Eventually, I leave in the middle of the Djokavic "one set quarter final", which I was really looking forward to.
When I get home it is clear that the excitement and taxi journey are too much for me and I need a lie down. Despite this by 2000 hrs, shortly after dinner I make my excuses and retire, for the next few weeks at least to the spare room as I don't think with my night time bathroom antics (peeing every 60-90 minutes) and with Helen's plaster cast we are made to sleep together in the marital bed. hopefully that will change and things will be back to normal!
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