Deb had a bit of a frightening setback last night, just after I'd wheeled her back into her room after a pleasant day at home. She suddenly found she was passing quantities of blood. A nurse attempted to staunch the flow with no success, then a doctor ditto, so she was rushed down to theatre, where they gave her a spinal block and then operated - the surgeon taking about 10 minutes. In fact it looked more dramatic than it was - but it's easy to say that when it's not your blood! Inevitably she is still in dock, therefore, on a drip and looking a bit wan. Worse, her 3G dongle credit has now expired, so I must try and renew it in Auchan tomorrow.
Nothing's ever straightforward, is it?
