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Monday. I must have misheard the conversation as I have a whatsapp channel. My mum's hip op is scheduled for this coming Friday. My wife is still in recovery and I am allowed to visit her and so I do. She has some shocking news for me. She has had a heart attack! Tuesday. Back to work! The tourist season is now dead. So the buildings remain clean throughout the day. I catchup on the adventures of @CambridgeDelivers as I have been thinking more of my wife. Then in the evening I go to the hospital to see my wife as I had a phone call last night that she had been moved to a ward. Wednesday. The tourists have gone and the buildings are again clean. But all the time I am thinking about my wife. Then the end of the day comes and I head to my uncles as he lives near the hospital and has offered to give me a lift there. I spend 90 minutes with her and then get picked up and then head for home. Thursday. Its the same thing as yesterday. The buildings are clean and I end the day late and then in the evening I go and see my wife. Friday. Whatsapp is now bubbling away as my mum is now heading for her hip op. I give my mum my best wish's for a successful operation. The last day of the working week and the buildings remain clean. All the buildings remain clean and I leave off late and hand in the keys. On whatsapp my mum's operation is a success. I go and see my wife. Saturday. My mum's recovery is remarkable as the hospital says that she can be discharged this afternoon. In the afternoon I go and see my wife. All the tubes have been removed but she is still on the heart monitor. I spend 2,5 hrs with her and then head for home. Sunday. No visiting today so its all the usual things including doing the washing.

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Monday. Last Fridays gym session was the last until my wife has her operation which takes place on Friday. I hold her hand all day except at lunchtime when we went out to lunch. Tuesday. The morning is the same as yesterday. But at lunchtime I get a phonecall from my mum saying that her hip operation is on Friday as well. The rest of the day is spent holding my wife's hand again. Wednesday. The operation is just two days time. We just hold hands all day. We say goodbye to my wife's carers for the next 4 weeks. In the evening we just cuddle up in bed. Thursday. We received a letter at the beginning of the month informing us of the details of the inpatient arrangements. We ring the ward at the beginning of the morning and it takes all day to get a bed on a ward. But at the end of the day my wife is on a ward and ready for her operation. Friday. The day of the operation. I getup and have my breakfast and have a quiet morning. I set off for the hospital after lunch in which I think is in good time. However due to the parking issues I miss my wife going to theatre. I wait and then the surgeon phones me tells me how the operation went and then allows me to be in recovery with her.

Saturday. Before I left last night I was given a phone number to ring. They give me another phone number when I intend to visit. I have lunch and then ring this number and I am refused to be allowed to be with my wife. Instead I visit my uncle. Sunday. It was the first Sunday without my wife since last year. I did all the usual things watch politics east on t.v and then did the weekly shop. Then home and then in the evening I have a Sunday Roast Ready Meal.

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Monday. Last friday evenings gym session was the last until after my wife's operation. All day I hold my wife's hand to remind her that I am there for her. At lunchtime we go out for lunch. We go to a garden centre and have lunch in their newly refurbished posh restaruant and then home. Tuesday. The morning is just the same as yesterday. But I receive a phone call from mum saying that she is offered a date for her hip operation. She asks if she cannot get hold of my younger brother would I be able to take her home. And I said yes. Wednesday. We just hole hands all day. We say goodbye for four weeks to my wife's care providers. I Cuddle up to my wife before bed. Thursday. We have been told today is the day that my wife becomes an inpatient. I ring the ward at 9.15 in the morning and then wait. After 6 hours we are still waiting I ring again. Apparently the has been some sort of miscommunication and we head for hospital at 5. Friday. The day of the operation. I make my way to the hospital in the afternoon and get there late due to parking issue's. My wife has gone to theater when I get there and I wait. The operation is over after 4 and I join my wife in recovery. I head for home at midnight. Saturday. In the morning I have a meeting and then I am refused permission to visit my wife so I visit my Uncle instead. Sunday. It is the first Sunday without my wife and I do the Usual things. Watch a bit of television then go and do the weekly shop. And then eat a ready meal Sunday Roast.