The charming 'drunk'

Dan had to go into hospital, today, for a minor operation to correct a problem with a tooth. It did, however, require a general anaesthetic. Dan was characteristically laid back about the whole affair and didn't show any signs of nerves even as they took him through to be put under.

I went with his mum for a coffee and a bite to eat - she'd loyally stuck with Dan while he was 'nil by mouth' - which was actually very pleasant. No matter how civil and fair you both try to be, going through a divorce is always going to cause a bit of friction. It was nice to have a bit of time to remind ourselves that, actually, we're capable of getting on pretty well.

After only an hour, we were told we could go and collect Dan, although they warned us that he might appear a little drunk. And indeed he did. As we went back through the corridors to the children's ward, Dan looked up from the trolley, greeting people and asking them how they were before chatting away the nurses and orderlies about his family.

Once back on the ward he asked how the other patients were getting on and his mum and I came to the conclusion that if this is what he's going to be like after a few drinks, then he's going to be all right. After a while, though, the experience caught up with him and he dozed for a bit. 

I was glad he as with me, this evening. I'd done a good job of suppressing my worries because I knew there was nothing really to worry about and that if I did start fretting, I might pass that onto Dan. But as we sat on the sofa eating Minstrels, watching 'Captain America: Civil War', with him snuggled up against me, I let those buried worries bubble to the surface and drift away.