At 3am on Wednesday I was back in theatre. When I came out the nurses were a little nicer this time round (but still wouldn't let me eat... 25hrs and counting...) and maybe a little too cautious. Every half hour without fail I had to get my temperature, HR and BP taken. With a resting HR of 25 and a nut case ironman athlete who willingly puts their self through pain on a regular basis they now realized I was a little different to my 87yo hospital mates. The second operation went well. By Saturday the surgeon was happy for me to leave the hospital but not quite ready to fly home. Another examination Monday and I had the all clear to fly home Tuesday afternoon. Yay, I'm going home. Maybe I was a little excited Tuesday morning cos I got thrown one more curve ball before leaving.
So after a week in hell and a couple nights home in my own bed I'm happy to say I am recovering well. I wish people would stop telling me jokes and being funny cos I swear I almost burst a stitch last night. My doctor is very happy with my progress and says that not only will this fix the problem I get on my TT bike but should also help my running as the artery must have still been kinking to some degree with hip flexion when I ran. My recovery plan from surgery date is 2 weeks till swimming, 4 weeks till stationary biking and 6 weeks till running. I'm pretty excited about my future and I'm so thankful for all the tremendous support I've had this week from sponsors, friends and family.