Well I am fine, all went well and continues to go well, it's just so boring getting better!
I can't even play doctor and examine my wounds because they are safely hidden away behind dressings that I have to leave in place until we go back to visit the surgeon this week. sigh.
Sometimes its easier if you don't feel ok I suspect.
I have worked my way, obediently, through all the mega painkillers and stuff, so in myself feel quite good. I can't bend at all, which means in terms of looking after myself, I am useless. That is the hard part, that and moving like an old lady because the four holes in the belly slow me up somewhat.
I am trying not to drive everyone nuts, but I have a suspicion its not working.
Knitting, lots of knitting. A marathon of Greys Anatomy - oh look they are doing my operation! Soon to be followed by a marathon of chick flicks. And maybe a mini Gregory Peck festival. Magazines - pile em up. Read all the Dune books, again, and watched the movie.
I could, cough cough, study or do paperwork, but the brain says, actually shouts, no.
Sent about two and a half million text messages.
Spoke to my dear dear friend in London who had her operation almost at the same time as me. How spooky is that! She has decided the same angel is looking after us, I don't think angels want anything to do with us...
Everyone is so kind, really so kind, I have had visits, help, homemade soup, flowers, a quick trip to the local doctor, my appointments managed, calls returned on my behalf, (because I am not trusted to keep my diary clear for the requisite amount of days).
Am a little concerned that my body has decided it does not like garlic, hopefully that is a phase, is there life without garlic? Where, and who are those people? There are a few other foods that are not happy campers, but it should settle down.
These enforced stops in the life you had planned for yourself can be quite funny really, make you look at things from a different angle. Could be I will leave more than my gallbladder behind me.
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