Two days out of hospital, it feels a bit like being at home with a second baby – things seem both daunting yet strangely familiar.  Apart from a slight difference in the quality of the phantom limb sensation, and the inconvenience of not having a knee on which to lean while hopping around on crutches, not that much seems to have changed. While the out-of-body effect of one of the painkillers is oddly enjoyable, the downside is that I can’t remember what I said or wrote five minutes ago, or whether it made any sense whatsoever.