Recovering

An early blog today, to make up for the short one yesterday!

We are both glad that Keith has had his surgery and is now back at home. Yesterday was a long day. We left home at 6am and managed to get to the John Radcliffe by 7.20am. All our planning was a waste of time as we should have entered the Heart Centre by an outside door and found ourselves (with another patient) waiting outside the department and seeing a "Staff Only" notice!! Luckily a student was waiting to go in and she called a nurse for us! There were a lot of people waiting and at 7.45am we were all called through and Keith was allocated a bed. I stayed for a little while but left at 8.30am as there was no point me hanging about. Both journeys were made in the snow which didn't make for pleasant driving!

We were closed today at work and mum had brought the children in for me. They were both brilliant. We'd left them at home as it just wasn't fair to drag them down to Oxford with us and they'd phoned mum when they'd woken up. Michael was actually in the shower washing his hair when mum arrived! Miracle! Why is it that they behave so well when we're not around?

We spent the day cleaning as usual and I left at 4pm after phoning the hospital. I'm sure the nurse said to me to collect Keith by 8pm so we went home, I had a bath (much needed for the relaxation factor!) and then we set off at 5.30pm.

I'm really not a fan of the A43 despite the new road making it a lot easier to get to the M40. It's so fast, very dark except one stretch by Silverstone, and full of lorries who I always meet on the numerous roundabouts!

We arrived at the hospital by 7pm to find Keith still attached to a monitor and wearing a very fetching gown! He couldn't be released until 8pm so, feeling a bit annoyed, we went to the main hospital to find a cafe...which had closed at 4pm...

I now had two hungry children so we set off in the car in search of something! Luckily, two minutes from the hospital we came upon a Hungry Horse pub which was perfect. We had a drink and shared a plate of nachos before going back and picking up Keith. The journey home was good - the road was very quiet and much more pleasant than the morning's trip!

Keith and I, despite being tired, spent an hour relaxing and chatting before bed. He was so pleased that the surgery had been successful and grateful to Professor Channon who had managed to insert the stent which had been a very complicated procedure. I suppose that's why he's a Professor!