The long dark teatime of the soul...

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    give or take 12hrs!

    For those of you who know your Hitchhikers Guide you will recognise I have reached that point of the daywhen you have done all you can and there is still some day left.
    Actually, it's now the early hours of Sunday morning, and I missed Saturday altogether. As always with me, it's the second day after an operation that is the worst, when the sooper-dooper knock-outs and pain relievers finally leave and you're sort of on your own. Having spoken to many of the nurses, most people do not suffer much with pain from the operation site. It's the peripherals. Numb bum, aching back (most people don't sleep on their back, so it suffers), and the worst of all for me, trapped wind. A delicate subject, so often passed over, but believe me if and when you get it, you won't be fit for much else.And me being of the larger persuasion and therefore subject to a proportional share, Saturday was not a bed of roses. Anway all cleared and started to feel bettere later on yesteday. Had a very brief stand up, all fine. Had a somewhat briefer perch on the edge of the bed - will not be repeating that just yet!!! (This was in the aid of science, trying to shift the wind).
    All drains out and all that bandage off has moved the comfort zone up from 40 to about 70% (comparing to an air-bed in the sea in the sun), so getting there.
    I have had a peek. "Move right along there, nothing to see here" is quite appropriate. Just a lot of swelling and bruising. Of course, there is a noticeable exception, but so far, that's about it. It will be a while before all the swelling goes down, and that's all you're going to get on that.

    Had a cuple of calls, one from my clinic, which was most unexpected considering what I've said about and to them in the past, and one from Cathy. We haven't been talking much lately due to an unrelated subject, but she has invited me round to stay for a while when I get out. All I need to do now is find someone who can pick me up and get me to the station this end. So all is getting sorted, slowly.
    I will be leaving here fitter in other ways too. I know I have lost weight, my BP has stabilised well below anything it has been for years, and, so far, I have not even thought about sneaking out for a cigarette. That for me is unbelievable. And I still really don't want one. Weird feeling for me after over 40yrs.
    Wonder how the medical profession would consider this as a universal panacea - cures aggression, hayfever (yes, that went soon after I started 'mones), smoking, weight problems... Maybe not, I suspect there are more than a few guys out there who would rather keep them! LOL.
    It's now 5am, think I will see if I can have a nap before breakfast.

    Sue. X