The husbeast is continuing to improve and I'm hoping he'll be home soon, although I also rather like the security that comes from him being in the hospital. He woke up this morning with impaired speech again, which is apparently normal but would have panicked me no end had he been here. The ginger one goes back to school tomorrow, and the teenager is back on Wednesday (which, incidentally is also my the day of my nan's funeral - it's been a pretty awful couple of weeks, hasn't it?)
On another note - if you happen to live anywhere near me in Yorkshire, and ever need to go to the Royal Hallamshire hospital in Sheffield, or know anyone that has to, rest easy in the fact that it's an amazing hospital, with amazing staff. I'm sure most hospitals are as wonderful but I have never felt as confident about a team of staff as I have with these. Everyone from the neurosurgeons and their team down to the lady that brings the food round has been faultless. It makes me proud to be British when you see it working like we have the past week or so. Everyone, regardless of income is entitled to the same level of care, and it works. It works so well. There'll be no bill after his stay, we won't have to go through our insurance company and battle to get things paid for. It's free - although we all pay indirectly through our taxes, it's a comforting feeling knowing that we have the safety net of the NHS.