Spoke to Dad last night at the Harefield hospital, and he seems to be having a pretty good time all things considered.
For someone who was fairly adamant that he didn't like hospitals, and he wanted to go home on the night they took him in, he seems to have settled fairly well. When I spoke last night he said he had a bit of an emotional fairwell when he left the CCU yesterday, hugs alround, and he left them a box of chocolates that my sister bought in for him. He keeps referring to Clare (one of the nurses at the Harefield who he's known for less than 24hrs) as if she's his best mate, they've compared hand-held games an all sorts!
He even turned down the offer of us visiting last night!
I think he's obviously looking forward to coming home, but I don't think he's in any hurry. No nagging, three decent meals a day, coffee on tap, comfort, peace.
He thinks he might be home later today, which I find surprising given that they are potentially going to stick a mesh tube in one of his arteries....? If he's still in, we're going to see him tonight.
Of course, it's when he's back home that the fun really begins...