I've had my tea and toast. Boy, did I enjoy it. Simple pleasures are best, you know!
But I still haven't stopped bleeding. It's the area by the urethra. Mr Thomas has sutured-in some absorbant and clotting-encouraging gauze. Carla my special nurse confirmed that I was sufficiently brave. Nothing of course compared to being in labour for 42 hours or whatever! But I do feel this whole surgical process ought to make anyone undergoing it worthy of some respect. I am certainly regarding those who have been down this road before me with unmitigated awe.
I feel I will have a better night, if only because my stay here is advancing and its climax getting closer. I've had cards, flowers, gifts, visitors, phone calls, emails, texts and blog comments, all wonderful to have. And such caring staff to look after me. I'm so lucky.