Woken up at 4 a.m. again. Feel a lot better than yesterday. Breakfast arrives (late) and I'm starving. Yoghurt, scrambled egg, coffee. Feel hungrier. Surgeon appears 9-ish, seems very happy with my progress, asks me if I want to go home... nearly bite his hand off. About half-an-hour later, T is here, the drip is out, I'm given some dressings so I can change them once at home when I need to. Then sign myself out and walk to the pharmacy downstairs where I get a big box of painkillers and laxatives (I asked for the latter, I still haven't "been", but the surgeon is unconcerned). Then to the car park to wait for T's Mum. I sit in the front seat, the seat belt seems to avoid my wound area (but probably should have sat in the back). T's mum takes it slowly, it's only 5 minutes anyway.
I have to say the care I've received has been first class. The staff have all been lovely: friendly, professional, excellent.
Feel soooooo glad to be home. Tired from the extra exertion, feel a bit light-headed but no more than uncomfortable on the pain front. Later on, manage a shower - on my own, though T stands (well, sits) guard in the bathroom just in case. Also shave for the first time in 2 days. Afterwards I am completely knackered.
Painkillers make me feel a bit sleepy, but as the day comes on I feel more uncomfortable so I have no choice. Watch the European Champions Trophy final, Man Utd are outclassed by Barcelona, then straight to bed.
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