It seems the nose job went well.  Daddy Dearest arrived home yesterday.

We were expecting him to call to say he was on his way around lunch time, mid morning at the earliest…

But no, 7am the phone rings to say he’s on his way.

What kind of a time is that to be kicking sick people out of a hospital?

Mind you, if it’s anything like the time I was in hospital years ago, they wake you between five and six to then make you sit there until 9am to get fed :shock:

Turns out his nose has been broken at some point and nobody realised, and it’s healed up slightly crooked, which has caused his bunged nose feelings.

I wish you could have seen the bandage they sent him home in, he looked like he was wearing a muzzle!

I got down the stairs and thought it was Hannibal Lecter!

Oh, and as he can’t move his head much for the next few weeks, he can’t drive…

Which means I get to try driving the new car.

It’s an automatic, which is far better for my joints than our old manual car, but I’m still used to a manual gear stick…

Not to mention I haven’t actually been well enough to drive for seven years… :???:

We need to go grocery shopping this afternoon…

To say I’m feeling nervous would be an understatement!

I didn’t feel this naseous when I had to sit my driving test!:cry: