I managed to publish the two posts I had written in hospital. My hotspot wouldn't work so I've waited until I arrived home. They're out of order but, in the grand scheme of things, that's not particularly important.
The last few days were uneventful; hospitals are busy places and I have great respect for the nurses who juggle the demands of their patients making sure that everyone gets a fair shake. The constant pain made me nauseous and I couldn't eat the food that was brought around but, luckily, Marilyn found some fresh Californian grapes in the supermarket so I didn't starve.
All I craved was some scrambled egg and now that I'm home, it's being cooked as I speak.
I must say I have great respect for Australia's public health system. From the initial assessment to the preliminary seminar when the process was explained, it has been flawless. I waited less than a year and was able to have my choice of surgeon. And everything is on hand in the hospital. I was able to speak to any specialist I desired and the physios came to my bed. That's service! the fellow who ran the seminar even came to visit to see that I had everything I needed. His name was Dan.
There's no doubt that the key to their success is clever recruitment. My anaesthetists included Nazeem and Keiko, and the radiologist was a Pom. There were any number of Chinese nurses on the wars, all professional and cheerful. being in hospital isn't fun but the staff do their best to ease the pain.
When I was leaving I was taken down to what they called The Transit Lounge where I finalised the paperwork, had a glass of OJ and waited until Marilyn rang to say she was in the carpark.
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