So I am home! We realised as we were waiting in the patient transport area for our taxi that it was 3.30 on Wednesday, a week to the minute since I was checking in at St Thomas's.
As I mentioned previously, i feel immensely lucky to have sailed through with so few complications compared to what others go through. The antibiotics had sorted out my temperature spiking issue - I was seriously on tenterhooks as to what it would be first thing!
So we were all on track for discharge. A three-hour stop-start taxi ride through the London rush hour and down to the south coast, and home.
So it's great to be home in time for Christmas and now just taking it easy and hoping to improve day by day.
I'm also becoming aware of the emotional aapect of all this as well as the physical. I went to bed last night and immediately start howling and sobbing. I do know this is a well-recognised side-effect of the anaesthetic and your heart having been manhandled, but I also suspect it was the reckoning from six months of staring into your mortality and, finally, the recognition that you're ok, you're alive, and part two of life now begins. Tears of life, I guess.
Onwards and, hopefully, upwards. Nic x