The kettle is needed for two reasons: first of all of course the cup of tea: impossible to obtain anything other than 'hot(ish) and wet' on the ward. Secondly the hot water system isnt working as it should, so shaving is something of an issue. Actually we cant think of a clever solution to the tea issue, but a half-decent latte from the shop helps things along.
He is feeling pretty poorly. It is ironic that the recovery from the first heart operation was masked by being so ill from the effects of the endocarditis; this time I think perhaps expectations were a little unrealistic and we all thought results would be instant. He is finding hospital food a bit of a struggle, perhaps because he has been round the menu many times and even the appeal of halal chicken nuggets is beginning to pall. Imported ham sandwiches are going down well, though a Paxton & Whitfield's mini pork pie probably disappeared fastest.
Thank you to the kind security men at the hospital, who knew exactly who had my car when I stupidly (!) parked on a single yellow on a Saturday, and assumed that the sign saying 'Mon to Fri 8-5' meant what it said. They helped me make the best of a bad job, and I will definitely be challenging Hammersmith and Fulham Council's ideas about fair parking. Bad for me, worse for the poor father-to-be who was getting his wife to the maternity suite....
Thanks to you all for staying in touch in various ways: it is keeping us all going!
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