Hub was allowed home last night, provided he presented himself at 7.30 this morning not having had any breakfast or even his normal cup of tea. So he didn’t take his blood pressure pills, either.
And off he went. To phone a bit later to say ‘I need my B/P pills – they told me I ought to have taken them!’ His BP began to come down, however, after he got over the excitement of seeing the anaesthetist.
He was, for some odd reason, transferred to the Ear, Nose and Throat Department, who moved quickly. By mid-morning he was prepped, then off to theatre for a short-acting anaesthetic and action on The Fearsome Lump.
When I saw him at lunch time he was looking very perky, sitting up in bed in a fetching hospital nightie that kept falling off his shoulders in a very film-starry way, tucking into shepherd’s pie and ice cream. One after the other.
Son in Law has been brilliant, and took me shopping this morning, then dropped me at the hospital to take Gorgeous Grandson home for lunch. Except that, as I was sitting by Hub’s bedside, my phone rang and it was SIL. ‘Errrr – I’ve only got a yale key, I haven’t got a chubb for the deadlock, I’m stuck outside the house, I can’t get in …’ 😦
Decided that circs required a taxi, so zoomed home to find that SIL had been calmly changing GG’s nappy on the lawn, and had gone back to the car to wait.
Hub is due home later today, all being well. Meanwhile I am whizzing around reorganising things – such as the wedding tomorrow. Phone call to bride: ‘We need your order of service RIGHT NOW !!!!!’
Lovely vicar colleague from next door parish is available to take wedding tomorrow, so that’s one thing off Hub’s rather sore shoulder.
Thanks for all your support and positive thoughts and prayers, guys. Much appreciated!