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Posted by Susan James
June 11, 2010
Filed in Society Girl's Personal Blogs
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I just realised the best part of a week has passed...
Anyway, Monday and Tuesday passed uneventfully, taking it easy and enduring endless interruptions checking this and that, and gradually being released from all the tubes in and tubes out and all the stuff they do. Hospitals rarely change, leave your dignity at the door on your way in...
I had very little pain from day one, more of a sort of discomfort, but nothing unbearable, and all was healing nicely and in working order, so go home Wednesday was on.
Taxi to station, very nice driver and we chatted all the way. Virtually straight on a train, which had seats that could be politely be described as 'firm', up to Clapham Junction. Busy it is, salubrious it ain't! It is being tarted up, and negotiating the stairs was 'interesting', but I got to the right platform for the worst part of the whole trip, waiting. It was raining, the roof leaked on half the seats and those that were dry were metal. Would have been less tortuous during the Spanish Inquisition! Eventually the train arrived and I was not sorry to sit on a marginally more comfortable seat. Can't have been too bad, I did fall alseep for a while. Picked up at station and got here late afternoon. Tired but hyper and hungry!
And that is about it. Am struggling a bit with the doing nothing, but it's ok.
Medically all is ok, and I am one very happy lady.
Quick one for you pedants; should I use the day of the op as my second birthday, when it was carried out late evening and I was basically out of it until the next morning, or the day after, when I really woke up? I favour the latter, when Sue really knew the waiting was over...
