Amanda is now in hospital. As appreciative as we are for getting admitted so quickly (got the call at 1pm this afternoon and we were there for 1.30pm), we had to wait in the 'day room' until nearly 6.15pm waiting for a bed. Not a special bed with a view of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon or the plains of the Serengeti national park, or one of those beds where a 53 inch TV pops out of the faux leather feature at the end of the bed but just a normal bed. She's tired (although she had a relative pain free night until she woke this morning), she's absolutely dead beat so she's hoping to get a good night's sleep ahead of tomorrow (when, ironically, she'll be asleep even more).
Assuming no emergency admissions overnight, she's due up for her operation tomorrow (hopefully the morning).
Friday 11th September 2015
No overnight leg pains (thanks bananas) and she called this morning to say the operation was going ahead first thing. She hardly had chance to finish the call to be honest before she was wheeled away down to the theatre (still can't get what a weird word 'theatre' is in this instance, although the experts are performing their arts so I guess it kind of makes sense.
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