... but I'm not holding my breath. What's that definition of madness, something about doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result? But in all fairness both plastic surgeons looked happy and satisfied, nothing went wrong and when I was allowed to pop upstairs and see him for a few minutes he looked well and thanked me for staying (it was after eight pm - visiting hours because of Covid are from three to six only!) and so I was reassured he is lucid and on the road to recovery. It was exactly the same procedure as the last four times. The vein had to be replaced (so they took from his leg this time), but the artery was fine: the fake skull was supposed to be replaced (I'm assuming it was) and the 'flap' was taken from his thighs. So all in all, seems to have gone well.
