Christmas Miracle...

Backblip

Can you believe this boy?!  Three days after an emergency 6 hour operation where the Consultant was preparing us for the worst, and he has the cheek to be sitting up, smiling at me like this.  Like "what's the fuss all about mum?!!"   

I almost keeled over when I went into this hospital room this morning (They've been upgraded to a larger room with a wet floor shower.  Much better :-) to be met by smiles and blethers.  What a difference.  It is night and day.  

When Alan was little and was unwell and I would be fretting like mad, my mum always used to give me a knowing look and say "24 hours Di, 24 hours" meaning give it a day and all will be well and once again she's been proved right.

He's still in a lot of pain but so long as the pain relief is kept topped up, he's a happy chappy.   Flirting with the nurses too!

The Oral/Maxillofacial consultant visited to check out the swelling on his face, which of course had gone down a bit, but he was still clenching his jaw and crunching his teeth like he's been doing for weeks (I think in response to pain) 

After a chat with us and observing Alan, he gave his mouth a quick examination and was able to tell us that he didn't think his teeth were the problem, but a strained jaw muscle.  He has upped the level of ibuprofen to help calm the pain, but over and above that, he is organising for Alan to come back into hospital early in the new year, to have a full dental check under light sedation.

This will involve a CT scan of his jaw, X-rays of his teeth, checking for cracked molars, wisdom teeth, cavities and general dental health.  Thereafter this will be done on an annual basis, or treatment provided in between if necessary.  The Consultant was absolutely lovely and it's one of may positives that have come out of this nightmare.

Anna popped up in the afternoon to see Alan and he was very pleased to see her.  She says next time she comes she will wear her Elf outfit :-))

Natasha arrived to sit with alan in the evening so David and I took the chance to come home and have a cooked dinner.  Poor David then ran about getting stuff organised to take back to the hospital with him.  The house felt very empty when he left.