I’m alive – woohooo , I have never been so thankful to be awake!! But omg…. I need the loo. How the hell I am going to get to a loo from a recovery bed……Thankfully nurse comes to my rescue.
I am wheeled back, surprising I feel good, maybe a bit drunk but he did give me a large gin and tonic 😉
Rob is there, I know it will be a relief for him to see me 🙂 I am so relieved so that bit is over. I spend the rest of the afternoon sleeping off the drugs.
Just before tea, I have a visit from my surgeon. The good news is that it all went to plan, big tick in the box! – one Lenny the lump removed! After he leaves I tell rob to go home, it’s been a long day and although he never moans, I know he must be exhausted .
Dinner arrives – Tuna mayo jacket spud never tasted so good and a morphine tablet for pud, oh yeah – didn’t even need to argue for that one!
After dinner I ask for help to the loo, I know from experience I need to pass this test for them to allow me to go home tomorrow. It actually proves easy than I expected, the hardest bit is trying not to tangle myself with the tubes from my drains, I look like spaghetti junction!
Then comes the shock of my life, I flush the loo and realise I have been smurfed!!!. Wtf is that blue wee doing in the loo – how the hell did I manage to turn my pee blue!
Help I’m a smurf!
Sorry – I completely forgot to tell you about the blue wee! I remember going for a widdle and couldn’t decide ig I had filled the pan or cleaned it. It was Domestos blue! Cxx