The deepest cut

After the false start in theatre the other day, today went off without a hitch until it was dinner time and someone decided he wasn't staying over night like the surgeon insisted he do. Talk about whine and snivel and moan, didn't want dinner, didn't want to stay, didn't want to go to kids ward, or an adults ward, just didn't want to co-operate until the first real twinges of an anaesthetic fully wearing off hit and then he became a wee bit more tractable, co-operative and dare I say it, even docile.

Now he is tucked up in the childrens ward watching movies, eating ice cream and nuts and drinking milkshake-type drinks. In a couple more hours he can have a big dose of codeine and settle off to sleep.

I hope to do the same very soon. It's been a very looong day. Tomorrow isn't looking any shorter.