The hospital told me yesterday that they were pretty certain that the smaller portion would be discharged today. To say I was not happy would be an understatement. He was still on oxygen, not eating and not walking and by my standards NOT READY TO COME HOME. They weren't listening to me though.
In the early hours of this morning the hospital rang to say that the smaller portion was in Intensive Care with breathing and heart problems. Aaaaaaargh. I have spent the morning there, and he is now looking better. Still on oxygen but it doesn't sound as if each breath will be his last. They now believe the problem is clots on the lungs and are running more tests. I will go up again shortly. And fortunately they are taking preemptive action and are treating him for the clots. And no, he won't be coming home in the short term.
And as an aside, when they rang this morning they said they were going to trim his beard so the oxygen mask sealed better. THEY HAVE SHAVED IT OFF. AND HIS MOUSTACHE. And while we have been together for over thirty years I have never seen his chin before. And he thinks it is close to forty years since anyone has seen it. Small price to pay I think (the loss of the face fungus I mean).