Thanks all of you - there's nothing like having reassurance from people who've been through it! My hip eased off first thing this morning and I thought "it's a miracle, I don't need the op!", then I went to get out of my car after a short drive to the hospital, and had to sort of unfold myself and stand up very slowly - that's when I realised miracles don't often happen! Second MRSA swab this morning. It's funny, isn't it, in hospitals, how reluctant they are to divulge any information about a patient, even to the patient. I asked what the results were from my first swab and the nurse was really cagey and said she wasn't allowed to tell me anything from my notes - I'd have to write to the Trust! Hopefully I'll get the all clear after the third one next week. I don't know what'll happen if it shows MRSA - if I have to scrub for five days if it's negative, does a positive result lead to a full sheep dip sort of thing?! (Hopefully only joking, although I don't actually know what it would mean.) Anyway, anything to get a date to progress the whole thing - it's the waiting that's killing. It's not helped by the fact that my husband's been having tests for high blood pressure, and now they want to do an angiogram because they think he might have a genetic fault with his heart - once again, Google leads to all sorts of black thoughts! Fingers crossed it's nothing serious. I can see us both being carers for each other at this rate. As my Gran used to say (mind you, she was 98 at the time) it's no fun getting old. But what's the alternative (as was her other saying!)?