Scary times have not left, but have eased.
Himself is through the operation which was a bit touch and go, and starting on the loooong road to recovery. And is being encouraged to use morphine for the pain. Which he has started doing.
I succeeded in tracking the doctor down this morning. It is a good thing that I am a chronically early bird. I was told that he does his rounds between 7 and 9 am. When I arrived at 6.40 he had already completed more than half of them. He really, really didn't want to talk to me, but I did get a little information out of him. Sadly I will have to repeat the exercise a little later. But for the moment the smaller portion is doing OK.
My boy's eyes started a morphine induced glaze over, so I headed back home a little before seven. And, dammit, the bus didn't come so I had an hour to wait for the next. Sigh.
I will head in to the hospital again around 3ish.
Thanks for all the messages of support. They were much appreciated, though I have not been playing in the blogosphere very much.
PS: A really nice thing. One of the ambulance drivers who took us to the hospital on Monday, came in to visit the smaller person yesterday. He was really chuffed, and I wept when he told me about it. I will write them a thank you card.