After a few hours sleep, then relentless spasms that kept me from proper sleep, I realised why.
My bowels had continued to do their thing, which is good, and my stomach is flatter than it was last night, but the nurses had a major clean up operation to perform..!

Nurses and shit have a very cool relationship – it doesn’t seem to phase them at all, and they are very keen to emphasise that I shouldn’t be embarrassed by what they have to do for me.
Nonetheless of course I am, to a degree, and say sorry, and thank you, a lot.

My surgeon just bounced in, and I asked him straight about a revision to my metalwork, to allow me some movement and future independence.
He dashed my hopes by explaining that the base of my spine had deteriorated to such a degree that I could not expect have the structural metalwork removed – that if they did, it would just all collapse.

That leaves me facing a life dependent on carers – at the moment a single life too.
But I know that that could change, and someone out there will accept my compromised self.

It was lovely to speak to my daughters for ages, on FaceTime yesterday, from their holiday in Portugal.
I do love them very much, and hope to always be a part of their lives.

Overall therefore, I continue to be very much undented.

Again, never underestimate the Welsh..