Nice woozy day for Doug with just Jon, Miles and me to distract him. Not as frisky as when the tube came out last weekend, when he must have heard it was St Patrick's day and woke with a pretty impressive Irish accent wondering if someone had "stolen his brain"!
Back to his Anglo/American lilt and clearly set on teasing the nurse with jokey responses to his mundane questions ..." Of course I know who that is, it's my brother" ....so "what's his name"...."well, James Bond of course".... I'm going to have to write all these down...some, I'm not sure he'd like me to share....but i'ii store it in my reserves for future dinner party entertainment...
Some wonderful doctors and I've targeted the two, young knowledgeable (oh and handsome) ones that will stand patiently and answer my long list of questions with a big smile on their faces until they ask 'if they can be dismissed'... Clearly, they are very happy with Doug's progress...
He was able to give Miles and us big, grateful hugs and 'FaceTime' with jack before taken off for his MRI scan and breathing comfortably on his own with just an oxygen mask.
We left buoyant and gratefully fed and pampered by the wonderful Friday night crew... Not that I have much of an appetite...
But hey, I'm 1/2 stone lighter (alas, not in the right places) ...not that I'd recommend it a a diet...!
Looking forward to a new day...X
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