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