On receiving this news both K and I began showering the man with thank you's and promises of life-long adoration.
E, however, seemed less impressed. He brushed off the genius he owes his life to with a wave of his hand, turned away and promptly launched himself into the arms of the attractive lady consultant who happened to be doing rounds at the same time - showering her in hugs & kisses.
Awkward! Although I'm of course delighted to have E back at the top of his game.
I'm not, however, as delighted to have to go and donate blood. A few days ago when things weren't looking particularly rosy, E was given a couple of blood transfusions. I rashly offered up a silent promise to whichever deity was listening that if E came through okay I'd make my way to a blood bank on a regular basis (I hate offering up my veins as a pin cushion & am such a big girls's blouse that I once pranged the car after giving blood as my sugar level was too low).
Someone up there obviously thought it might be worth a chuckle though, so as E's due home I best find a blood bank near me and sign up. If anyone fancies joining me I'd be glad of the company - and a chocolate biscuit & lift home:-)
Just to finish on a slightly more serious note. I've been absolutely amazed by the tireless dedication of the nursing staff at the Evelina and, in particular, the ICU staff. They work as a flawless team - one that any business would pay good money to be able to emulate. There's no room for personal egos in that room. A confidence that between them and their colleagues they'll do the right thing - yes. But no personal glory hunters.
They saved E's life (after the surgeon saved it and the consultant before that!), so they'll be held in highest regards by me and my family forevermore.