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All my fears about the previous night were sadly justified and I toss and turn for hours until about 2.30 when I start to feel that I can’t breathe. I call the nurse who does a few tests and reassures me that all is well. I appear to have had another of those strange ‘LSD’ happenings not uncommon after such ops.

However I wake up feeling fine and as breakfast is not before 8.30, Sean and I are taken off by the physio, Deanne to confront the Flight Test. Any patient, to receive release from the hospital must be able to climb up two flights of stairs without undue distress.

We both pass but there has emerged a slight indication of AF ( atrial fibrillation) affecting my heart. This will need to be addressed before I can go home tomorrow. I am attached again to a heart monitor which is a pain but it has to be done.

Weight now 66.4! ( my situation not helped by the fact that the previous evening my cell-mate had eaten half of my desert before realising that he had been given my food)

Another surprise is the discovery that Sean’s father is a relative of the Yelvertons. The Yelvies truly are ubiquitous!

This has been an action-packed day as have also met Philippe who for many years was the Maitre d’ of the hotel on which the hospital is now located. He is now in charge of the supply of all meals at The Mount and regularly appears in the wards looking like an extra in an Agatha Christie film, complete with bow tie and wonderful French accent. He doesn’t  just look the part, he provides a catering service which would not be out of place in many restaurants.

As I MAY be going home tomorrow this is perhaps an opportune moment to laud the wonderful work of the medical staff in all of the various units. With their many nationalities and idiosyncrasies they provide us with so many positives and brighten up what could be a very difficult stay in hospital.

Faced with wards full of most likely grumpy and demanding old men and women they perform miracles.

It is a veritable United Nations in here but we did finally find a fair dinkum Aussie this morning in Kristy who told my ward-mate Sean that he would be fine if he just ‘shoved the last two pills into his gob’. Pure Aussie Vernacular Gold!

So it’s good night from her and good night from us.

Cheers

The Obese Ferret.