I was able to walk steadily last night, using a frame, but spent most of the night awake. At about 3 o’clock, I switched the light on to read and, soon after, a nurse put her head round the door to check I was all right and suggested making me a cup of hot chocolate. I don’t normally have milky drinks, but this was jolly nice, made from fresh milk not a packet. I fell asleep eventually and managed two or three hours, I suppose. But I suspect a lack of sleep was the reason I suddenly keeled over, when the nurse was taking my heart rate and blood pressure. “I feel faint, I’d better lie down.” She couldn’t get a bp reading and was alarmed and, within seconds and rather to my embarrassment, three nurses were in the room putting an oxygen mask on me and setting up a saline drip. “Speak to me, Zoë,” she said every few moments – actually, I’d have preferred to be quiet and shut my eyes for a minute, but I politely smiled and said I was all right. And it didn’t last long, I soon got over it. I said that it doesn’t take much to make me feel faint and made a funny story of the time I keeled over outside the bank and had to lie on the manager’s floor for an hour.
anyway, late, in the course of the day, I had three walks, the first on the frame and then they decided I could bypass the crutch stage and just use walking sticks. The third time, they had me walking up and down steps. Each time, when I got back into bed, I lay flat for a few minutes to make sure I was all right, and later, with a nurse standing by, I went to the bathroom by myself.
I’m due to go home on Monday but it’s all going so well that, assuming I don’t faint tomorrow, I may well be able to leave in the afternoon. They’ll evaluate it and consult my surgeon in the morning. They can see that I can be relied on to know how to walk and am sensible, having had the operation before. So fingers crossed!