Bruno Lowagie's Online Gazette

Four months ago, I blogged about my son's surgery. The operation wasn't succesful, so they gave it a second try yesterday. As parents, we've been waiting by this door for hours:

This time, the surgery was successful: his old knee prosthesis was replaced by a new one. Now he's recovering. Just like the previous time, the morphine is making him ill, but the medical staff wants to keep him on this pain killer for an extra day because of the nature of the operation.

We had a very scary episode yesterday evening. Inigo complained that he was losing control over his left arm; little by little, it curled up in a very unnatural pose. Then his neck got a cramp: he couldn't keep his head straight. Next his left leg started to move (the one with the new prosthesis). It was like a scene from House MD: two doctors and two nurses were working on him simultaneously. The culprit turned out to be the medication to suppress his nausea. Once the antidote was administered, the problem went away almost immediately. Things like this completely wear you out. Life at the hospital isn't fun.
We have to stay here at least five days, because he needs to get intravenous antibiotics. This means that we're confronted with stuff like this the next few days:

As always, we have to fight a hippo to get the best bits:

The last time we were in the hospital, the fight was very ugly