Getting blood from a stone

Husband had an appointment this morning with the cardiac sister. We went hoping she would have a definite date for the op, but equally scared at the prospect. We needn't have worried.

It's not very encouraging when the sister says to you, "Why are you here? Have you got a date for the op yet?"

So she looked at the notes and said blood and infection tests needed redoing as it was now four months since they'd been done - at the point when it looked as though the operation might be quite soon. And that's when the trouble started.

They always have trouble getting blood from Husband: the chemotherapy he had thirty years ago upset the system and his veins go into hiding. It normally takes a few attempts. It took them five to get the 'thing' in when he had his angiogram. Today the sister tried three times in three places then decided to call in the Big Guns. 

We were taken to the secret place where only operating staff go, into the anaesthetic room next to the theatre, and the anaesthetist came in. Using a scanner she found a vein in his upper arm hiding behind an artery. Then she had to use a long-needled syringe to get into it. 

I hope you are impressed: I stood in the room and didn't even get near to fainting, and Husband was perfectly calm. If I'd been in Husband's place I would have passed out way back. He is a hero and deserved a star I think.

So it looks like being mid to late January when he has the op. The sister suggested phoning the doctor's secretary tomorrow to see if he can be booked in.

Since then I've been playing on the puta, reading the Radio Times, and wondering what to do. I'm not very good at doing nothing so I've decided to do nothing by doing a jigsaw.

Now be warned: this song has very rude words in it.