Thursday

I had a big cry in the ward last night, just came from nowhere. Just thenweek.catching up and having to spend the last night on a much different ward. The nurse was nice and brought me a box of tissues. I had a much better sleep, although been woken by a male breakfast deliverer(!) shouting morning wasn't ideal. The old folk never heard him though. 

The doctor came, looked at the drain, saw that no bile was in it, and declared it could be taken out and I go home.  The staff nurse took it out; the weirdest sensation, a drain getting pulled out your stomach, felt like wriggly worm. I had a much needed shower, the nurse redressed my wound, waited for meds and letter and home I went. 

Later I was determined not to miss Lewis' birthday as I had done Harris. How is this boy 11?? A lovely night with them all, Lewis is sporting a Swindon scarf that I gave him (his other granny was from Swindon and he had chosen to do a project at school about Swindon and learnt about the football club. He was so appreciative of all the gifts and I got many cuddles. Well worth the pain to get there and back.

It's nice to be in my own bed and flat, but nothing can beat a hospital bed for comfort!