Having checked in to the hospital, there was only a short wait before doctors and nurses a plenty were buzzing round David's bed. They asked lots of questions, prodded and poked before it was time for me to leave.
After a grim wait, I finally got to the ward at a little before 2pm so that I could find out how David was. Those final minutes before 2pm seemed to tick away so slowly! As it happened when 2pm finally rolled around, David still wasn't back from theatre. It wasn't long however before he was wheeled back in, a little bleary eyed but smiling and waving. I wanted to ask 1001 questions, worse still, David wanted to answer them - he forgot himself a couple of times and actually did utter odd things. I had thought about this already though and although I did ask plenty of questions, I had taken a pencil and pad so he could converse.
The operation was successful, although they had to do a general anaesthetic at the last moment. There's 2 long days ahead or David. He is not supposed to speak and he has a long, long list of after care instructions including special food, steam treatments for his voice and other things. If I get my way, I'll spoil him rotten with all his favourites! It seems only right to do this after he's had such a terrible couple of weeks - a small thing in the grand scheme of things.
What David did say, or rather scribble down was that he was feeling better than he had done for weeks. His voice was considerably stronger - he'd been asked to say a couple of things back in recovery! His hearing was also better, having had recent difficulties. The pain had subsided, this though I think, is a result of the increased morphine dose.
Visiting time quickly came to an end, so I dashed off for a spot of dinner and a spot of calling people/texting others with updates. The 2 hour window went by quickly and I was able to dash back to see him. I got there to see a different man from that which I'd left at 10am in the morning. David was very bright, had a brighter complexion and generally looked well. He'd eaten plenty and devoured the creme caramel that I'd brought along for him as a little treat. He was very envious when the gentleman in the neighbouring bed had a second dinner so I managed to get something extra from the nurses for David too. This was polished off in no time. He was sat on the side of his bed happily "chatting" away with his pad and giving instructions on things for me to do for him. His dressing came loose through the evening revealing a wound of approximately 2 inches. It was neat but I joked he looked a little like Frankenstein! I got a playful swipe around the head for that
This morning I got a text from David to say that his sleep was deep but a little disturbed. The pain wasn't too bad - finally I think the Morphine does is correct - his wound had been draining okay and hopefully he would be discharged around lunchtime.
I'm counting down the minutes.............
So glad to hear all went well yesterday. I had my fingers and toes crossed for you both although I did have some funny looks trying to hobble along Mapperley Top and my bosses were a little puzzled about how I was going to type!!!!!! Keep up the good work both of you and sounds like you're going to be busy in the kitchen, Sarah!!!