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This morning at the crack of dawn we went to the hospital for DH's second surgery on his fractured ankle. The first one was to put a metal plate and numerous screws in, to hold all the bits together while it healed. Today was to get one of the screws out again - most were permanent, this one was temporary. It all went well, and didn't take too terribly long - though I did make noticeable progress on the sweater I am knitting . DH was still rather high from the anesthesia, talking a lot, and not making a whole lot of sense. He had been fasting since last night, and on the way home he asked for bacon and eggs, and hashbrowns, and some sauteed mushrooms, and did I still have any of those roasted tomatoes that I had put up last summer? I asked if he really want to put that much food into his stomach while still groggy from the surgery, and doped up on pain killers. He said yes, he was starving! So we got home, and got him settled - and he says that, although he still wants his big breakfast, maybe we could wait a couple of hours? Maybe just a couple of pieces of toast for the moment? So, it looks like a full English breakfast ... at around 2:00 this afternoon - or maybe instead of dinner.