So the morning after the night before I am awake and in no pain thanks to the drugs being pumped through the port.

I am brought a breakfast tray which has everything you could wish for from Weetabix to scrambled eggs and some cheese and fruit and yoghurt, rolls and croissants!  No complaints from me on that score in fact I felt well enough to dig my menu out of the bedside cabinet to see what else I might get offered.

This was lunch, very nice to although rather difficult to manage with just one working arm.  

Throughout the morning I had a stream of nurses checking me and giving me medication.  I had been told I was likely to have three nights in so I was prepared for that.

I was in regular contact with John who was set to swap beds with me as he had nearly cut his finger off clearing up some glass.  Apparently one of the pictures at home had fallen over and smashed one of our decanters.  Fortunately he managed to steri strip it and bind it to stem the blood flow.  This was just as well because shortly after lunch I was told that after an X-Ray I was free to go home.  Dr Lykoudis said everything had gone perfectly.  He changed my dressing himself.  He seems to like to be hands on and in control of his patients.  Can you imagine that happening in the UK?