Chin up Mrs

Blimey. This is a boring medical update just for the record. So, with another big bleed underway, but with surgery planned for the same day, Mr R and I were up from the early hours (3f***ing30) of Wednesday  and headed into the hospital. It was a teary us who parted when they took him off to theatre at half eight, and I spent the day pacing, like an expectant 1930’s husband. I  managed to crochet a prosthetic knocker, but that, as they say, is another story. Half an hour before he was due back on the ward, they told me ‘no beds’, ‘two hours till beds’ , so I took myself off for what I then found was some very much needed fresh air. *Note to self, come the revolution, my votes will be for free easy hospital parking and some where pleasant to sit outside* – surely I cant be alone in this wish??? WHY do I have to sit on a curb in a car park??? Jase says its because somewhere to sit attracts melingerers, harrumph.

So luckily I was there when he was brought back up to the ward. So lucky, otherwise he wouldn’t have had any one to give him a drink, wash his poorly face, make him comfortable, find his morphine button for him, check his dressings, talk to the surgeon, put balm on his lips, be a nurse to him. Everyone on the ward is amazing, but they are just so stretched, it’s a bit scary. Mr R was in a lot of pain, so they brought more pain relief. I was there all afternoon, so that was good. Stef and Pops brought Smallboy and Teengirl, Mr R was most interested in his morphine pump, but he knew they were there, checking in.

So unluckily for Mr R, an unfortunate cough at about 7.45 pm caused a nasty bleed from his wound. Unfettered by platelets (constrained by anticoagulants) this proved to be rather tricky over the following 18 hours. Its all now under control, but like an unruly inmate, put pay to his hopes for an early release (Friday 20  Feb, some hope).

Further pain and bleeding  has led him to high morphine use (magic green button) and drip fed paracetamol, it’s not going well. Lots of dizziness and puking.

So here is the thing, we are where we are, us here at home, Jase there. Stef and Pops have gone, Shaun is here. Tomorrow seems a long way off, so the only thing to do is dig deep past the part of me that wants to cry and not stop, and so chin up Mrs, there is so more to do before that is on the cards, night all x

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