2 years ago, around this time, I was sitting in a pub, having a bite to eat and beer with a mate, trying to keep my mind off what was happening only a few miles away in an operating theatre. I remember thinking, was that the right thing to be doing, should I have been waiting elsewhere, and could I manage another beer before Raj had to nip back to work
Of course, that evening when we got back to the hospital I was dutifully brought to account for the pub visit, with some comments from Jules along the lines of how could I go to a pub whilst she was under the surgeon's knife, and more importantly, how could I forget to get her a Hooch and smuggle it into ICU
I'll be having a beer tonight, recollecting what has passed in the last 2 years, and what I have to look forward to in the coming months. And the best part being that I've got Jules here with me, whenever I close my eyes.