The transformation in Daisy between 4pm yesterday and 10am this morning has been quite unbelievable. She tollerated the ‘evil physio’ putting her into the dreaded chair for the 4th time. This is something Daisy really loves being in but just can’t bear the thought of getting into it. She then put up with a barage of more vile procedures but there is no doubt that they’ve given her the huge leg-up she needed. After her first pain free, undisturbed night’s sleep in a clean, warm and comfy bed she had a bowl of Shreddies which is her version of a really good fry up. I left the ward for 2 hours and by the time I came back she was up, dressed and walking around the ward minus most of the tubes, dressings and cannulas. We’ve been upgraded from HDU to the main ward and the rule is that the closer we get to the door the closer we are to escaping. She’s on a special diet for the next 6 weeks and has enjoyed everything given to her so far and her body seems to be coping well with it. The surgeons are happy. Mr Sharif pops onto the ward pre and post theatre every day and wanders about chatting to people in a casual manner that makes you think he’s either someone’s relative or just lost. Daisy gets to go to the gym in the morning now she’s made amends with the physio.