At about half past five this afternoon I get a call from the hospital, telling me Geoff has to go into theatre again. A haemotoma developed under the prosthetic bone (between the brain tissue and the fake bone) and four of the five doctors had to attend: Dr Kessow the anaesthetist, Dr Landau the plastic surgeon, Dr Hill the neurosurgeon and Dr Hellig the physician. The operation went off okay, except Dr Landau (who is quite young) was very upset and disappointed that this happened. So now he is ventilated and sedated, and possibly has an infection in his lung so has antibiotics as well. My poor, poor darling. And I was holding his hand, wondering if I was hurting him because it's all bruised from the veins being taken out. I wasn't sure if me being there for a while afterwards was stressing him out because visitors are tiring, or if I was comforting because he knows me so well and knows I love him. I think he found me a bit tiring the first night because he needed me to leave.
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