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My first wife phoned me this morning (that’s two days in a row now), followed by another entertaining phone call from our favourite surgeon Peter Yuide for an update and few laughs.

Marjana still sounds tired as fuck but heaps better than yesterday. Not so much like a heroin junkie and more like a Woodstock hippie and in our family we dig everything Woodstock.

To hear her talk with a little energy this time was nice.

The surgeon is still very happy with her progress and for your Quote of the Day, parts of our conversation went like this…

Surgeon: she is recovering really well mate but it is major surgery so she will probably stay in hospital until mid next week.

Me: Oh ok, because the boys are really hungry and the house needs a bloody good clean.

Surgeon: Mate, I didn’t change anything else in the operation.

Laughter 

Me: Am I able to visit my cook because she said some people get visitors?

Surgeon: It’s possible but not sure. Will have to check with hospital but just so you know the ones who are getting visitors are the life and death patients who may die.

Me: Oh yeah nah, fuck that then. I aint too keen if that’s a prerequisite.

Laughter 

Surgeon: Things really are coming along nicely mate. Once she passes wind though, then I will be a lot happier.

Me: Fuck mate, careful what ya wish for, man. You don’t know her like I do.

Laughter 

Me: I imagine most of your conversations with spouses of patients aren’t really like ours?

Surgeon: No mate, they are usually very different but I really do enjoy phoning you for these update chats.

Job done 

Marjana messaged me for first time telling me not to worry.

I replied saying I hope she farts in the next day or two and God help the nurses when that comes back to her.

Laughing emojis 🤣

Laughter is good.

Meanwhile, life continues with Dilan’s school rugby team photos and last nights dinner and the breakfast of champions before his rugby game.

I’m now sure when the surgeon phones me to provide updates, his real reason is to listen to me take the piss out of my first wife and have a laugh too.

He phoned again tonight saying Marjana is still in ICU but should hopefully be able to chat tomorrow.

Anyway, he said “She doesn’t appear to have much of a tolerance to drugs because every time she pushes the painkiller button it puts her straight to sleep.”

To which I replied, “For fucks sake, don’t let her near the plonk then, man.”

We laughed together over this sheila we share in different ways, like a couple of ol’ westy slappers looking back on their 80s perm hairdos in high school class photos.

His main update though was that she is understandably still very tired, sore and the tumour he removed was larger than a tennis ball.

She loves her lavender by the way.

Bunch of people asking in messages, phone calls etc so easiest if I post here…

As yet I still haven’t seen my first wife because COVID. Fuck COVID by the way!

What I can say is that the surgeon phoned me again this morning saying,

* He saw Marjana and she was well (considering she just had a major operation of course).

* She is in ICU which is the best place for her for next couple days because she has one on one care.

* He said doing the operation was absolutely the right decision because when he got in to look the tumour was way bigger than looked in the scans and would have caused massive ongoing problems should it not have been removed.

Here comes the quote of the day

* He said “You should be able to chat with her later this afternoon where she where she can listen and respond properly.”

To which I replied… “Fuck man, that’ll be a first.”

Again he laughed like fuck and I think it was about then that this surgeon wondered if in fact I am actually normal