Recovery

I haven’t done very much since coming home. I took to my bed, with analgesia, anticoagulant injections, lactulose, iPad, knitting, phone, book..... all within arm’s each. Fortunately, our en suite is pretty close as well. I was sent home with two bottles of lactulose - don’t think they’ll be needed.
I snoozed off and on (which is confusing when you’re watching something on the screen: “I thought the hairy bikers were making paella, not Creme Caramel......” and Peter called me now and again to see if I required a waitress service.

I hadn’t tried to prepare for how I would feel post surgery - you have no idea how you’re going to cope. I tend to keep myself to myself if I don’t feel good, so I thought that being tucked away in the loft was the wisest decision.

I have been quite surprised. I felt great coming home from the hospital - but was relieved to clamber up the stairs and fall into bed. The next 24 hours? Pretty ok. Although moving proved painfully tricky - side to side is the worst. I always sleep on my side too, so I’ve found that hard. Pillow under the knees - thank you Anne- Maria for that great advice......

It was after that, that I felt as if I’d been kicked by a horse. Maybe the inflammation kicks in after 24 hours? Who knows. I think it’s possibly more psychological. I’ve always felt majorly guilty if I stay in bed and “do nothing”.....
           
I received deliveries of gifts during the day too. Peanut Butter Alison arrived with the most amazing creation. She had told me before, that she didn’t feel able to do a cartoon, but that she would make me something. I am overwhelmed - a replacement uterus! In it’s own carry bag with spare wool and needles. Genius! I also had a lovely little pin cushion for my craft room, with a little book and a beautiful card. Thank you Marie. I do feel so very blessed to have such glorious people in my life, that happens to you when you choose to work in the caring profession, of course.

My teacher friends are pretty awesome too.

Enough catching up.


I need to give myself my injection, and then I’m going to get up!


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  1. susan sammonsNovember 29, 2018 at 12:12 PM

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  2. susan sammonsNovember 29, 2018 at 12:16 PM

    I told Peanut Butter Ali how impressed I was with this. I am looking forward to seeing it tomorrow xx

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