I sleep well, and wake around 6am feeling incredibly good. Blood pressure. Pulse. Light. Questions. Painkillers. Laxatives. Big smiles all round. Everyone remarking on my lack of tremor.
Hospital breakfast of toast, butter, jam, tea. Wife arrives with bacon butties for me and Charlie.
The registrar pops in to see me, wanting to know how it went last night, and saying “Yes” to my suggestion of the same again this afternoon/evening – “as long as your wife is going with you”. I’m looking forward to it already!
I’m still feeling pretty good. Even though my tremor is starting to creep back a little, I’m fairly “fired up” (as one of my friends put it) with the success of the operation. I’ll see Joseph tomorrow, have a tweak here and there and all will be well.
Off to the Blues Bar again, 2 hours of amazing live blues, 3 pints of cola (no ice). I notice my voice getting slightly slurred as I’m getting tired. Not unintelligible, but definitely less clear. We head back to the hospital, arriving just as dinner is being served.