After three action packed days in hospital, I'm back pretty much as I went in but much studied, tested, jabbed and reported. I went in about lunchtime on Thursday after the wounds clinic secured me a bed in the vascular unit. I was in their ward with a Croatian, Slatko, in a huge room because Slatko had a large motorised wheelchair. After a promising dinner of spinach and pumpkin lasagne, I thought that this wasn't too bad. Next morning, I had three tests, lickety-split: an x-ray of my foot, an ultrasound of my veins and a CT-scan of both legs. It was back to the ward for Irish stew (the meals steadily got worse). They scheduled me for theatre next day, so on Saturday I had to fast. Unfortunately, they didn't get up to me till about 3pm so by the time I had finished my post-surgery wait on my back, it was 8.30pm and all I got was a sandwich and cheese and bikkies. The surgery turned out to be only an angiogram but the anaesthetist, Alex and his offsider, Nurse Wilma, did such a good job sedating me that I slept through the worst bits of it. It seems that my left leg veins are pretty much blocked but not fully, but that an angioplasty to unblock them is too risky (it might make things worse) and a vein bypass is too risky too (mainly because of my feeble heart). So the verdict by Doctor Ben was, do nothing unless it is necessary. Thanks to all at the Royal Melbourne who treated me very well and with expedition, three tests plus surgery in that short time. Sally ferried me home, for which I am very thankful. We had Bellota sausage rolls for lunch, better than I've been getting at RMH though I'd have to say that their food is not bad but not good. But it's not any kind of star hotel. We're finishing off the Bellota box for dinner: anchovies and pork shoulder pasta, then it's Newsreaders and Traces on the teev.