Already. The 0.74 reading was from last night’s blood count. This one is from 1pm today. Against hospital regulations I have downed one of Virginia’s bellinis – more out of relief than celebration.
I drank it alone as Marta has gone to fetch Jamie from Allscott where he has been with Tia Bego, Tio Luis and his cousins who have been enjoying some fresh Shropshire drizzle as a break from sweltering Cordoba.
Isita has yet to feel the benefit of this positive development — at least while awake. She slept deeply for seven hours straight in a nest we made in the armchair, but we had to wake her for a clean-up, dry bedclothes and pillows. She has been in a lot of pain since, while we wait for a new set of painkillers to be put up. The old ones aren’t covering it anymore. More fundamentally, there is a lot of recovery ahead and some important medical problems to remedy. Still, this feels like a big advance.