Yes, there was the customary drama before he was allowed home. The moment Idlan saw Anita, all hell broke loose. It was painful everywhere and even the anaesthetist came to help. Nothing some paracetamol syrup can't fix! And from the improvement he had, that must've been one hell of a paracetamol concoction.
On the vanride home now. Our driver driving extra slow to miss all the bumps on the road. The local anaesthetics was still holding so far. Not much shouting yet. Only the odd ooh and aah.
He asked for some Nando's chicken again. Obviously his grandmother put an end to that. Not sure what the diet going to be like waiting for him when we reached home, with all the pantang and what not.
The bed and Nintendo were ready. Hopefully he could get a bit of rest for the next couple of days. I was sure Irfan had other plans ...
