Day 7 - Demise of Louis B Leaky
I wake up in Surgical Recovery. I don't have a window seat. Rip-off. From my "second row" bed I can see the panorama of Bondi Beach. Oh what I would give for that window view. That guy isn't even conscious yet, why can't I have his place? I must say this out loud, because now they move me. But back to my room.
My head isn't as "full" as it was after the first surgery. My nose is not packed. It feels like I have a bad cold. But I'm happy to get back to Jell-o and bendy straws! Hey, did I remember to order ice cream for lunch?
More later as the night nurse has arrived with my nigh-nigh shot!
More later as the night nurse has arrived with my nigh-nigh shot!
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