We got back from the hospital last night - both of us exhausted. Me from the pain - and the whole thing - and Himself from the constant hospital visiting plus having put in a hard morning's conservation work. Hard to know where to start with describing the experience.
Some glimpses. The lady in the opposite bed - Maggie. In her eighties I think and undergoing hip replacement. She was like a little ballerina. An enchanting lady. One of those people who seem to have stayed closer to the original perfect state than most of us do. She had a dazzling smile - I could imagine her as a darling little girl. She was very kind and helpful and whirled round the ward like a tiny tornado picking things up for us with her grabber stick - and constantly being in told off by the physios for going too fast and doing too much.
That is the only glimpse I can manage today. We are now going to tackle the shower. I simply wasn't able to last night, though it was the first thing I did after the last operation.