Out!

I'm out of theatre, and have just been wheeled into the ICU (Intensive Care Unit). The docs and nurses are hooking me up to various machines, but I am away with the fairies. I'm not looking my best, and Charles describes me as 'a bit peaky'. I am very yellow.

The operation went 'ok', says the transplant coordinator, as they had to give me drugs for my blood pressure, which dropped a bit alarmingly. This is not particularly uncommon, though. The liver appears to be working (although I am very yellow), and the next 24 hours really is critical. Charles is going to pop in to see me when I'm ensconced in my room.