It’s slightly odd to be in hospital for something other than cancer. I am having a hip replacement today. It’s my second time through this, the first hip was done in 2021. The cancer and its aftermath don’t seem to be a concern to them at all. It has been an action packed morning. I had to check in at the hospital at 7am. This is a small private hospital, the same place where I had hip surgery in 2021, quite different from the large tertiary hospital where I have had all my cancer treatment. Quiet, private room, with the sort of accessible en-suite I will be grateful for post-procedure. Met the anaesthetist. Met the physiotherapist, and given walking aids and reminded how to use them. The surgeon has drawn a large arrow on my leg and I have signed my life away. I have downed a large pot of pills, including risking Oxycodone at a lower dose than last time. Day 2, 3rd tablet of Oxycodone resulted in hallucinations and vomiting last time round. Now the waiting starts. I am second on the list. I met my surgeon’s first case at checkin and he needs a complicated fracture repair as well as hip replacement, so I probably have another two or three hours wait before I go to theatre.. I have sent the lovely Mr C home, but he hung around long enough to not be able to go to parkrun this morning. What an excuse! There’s a parkrun within a couple of miles of the hospital.
Welcome home Coddfish. Glad everything went smoothly...now we need to get u up an running again...
Hugs sweetie 
Hi Coddfish glad to hear the op went well and you are now back home recovering. The private hospital sounds much more appealing than the norm. X
