Well, once those sluice gates open, they really let rip don’t they? Prune juice was my friend.
It’s Day 9 post-surgery and feeling pretty good. Drove the car today for the first time since and frankly I’m glad I waited this long. Started to reverse park but after that queasy pressure thing kicked in I decided against it and found myself a nice easy straight-in park. Can’t be too careful! Still can’t twist too much or pick-up flat stuff off the ground but that’s the only time there’s any discomfort. Oh yeah, and driving in tight-waisted pants. Not a pleasant experience. Do-able but not pleasant.
Took the last of my bandages off today. First one came off on Day 5 and all but the last were off by Day 7. The last one, the biggie, didn’t look very ready for exposure the world so I left it on a bit longer. Rightfully so. It’s still not looking spectacular and it’s 3 times the size of all the other cuts. It’s pretty damn ugly compared to the others too – it’s crooked and puckered compared the neat straight lines of the rest and has a teeny bit of hard not-yet-dissolved stitch poking out. Sorry for the extreme detail – but I’m hoping that others who go through the same thing get to read this and maybe feel a bit less like a freak knowing it’s normal. Or perhaps it’s not normal and I truly am a freak. Either way, sorry!
I feel I’m gonna be hating that scar for the rest of my life. Smack in the middle of my middle, staring back at me ugly-ly. Oh well, small price to pay really.
My first post-surgery appointment with dietician and surgeon is next week. Looking forward to it.
Starting to get my appetite back slowly. Started out with barely eating a mouthful or two then go to about half a cup and now at about a cup. Still living on soup and branching out as far as scrambled eggs with the odd KickStart thrown in. Not feeling deprived or hungry – from time to time I wish for anything more substantial – actually it’s not really a substance thing, it’s more a flavour thing. There’s not massive differentiation in flavours of soup. I mean I try to keep it as wide as possible, asian to italian to eastern european to english and it works pretty well but still… soup is soup you know.
I am missing salad though. My husband thinks I’m a freak because my last meal before surgery was salad. Normal people, he claimed would want a hamburger or fabulous steak, but that’s not me. I love salad. Always have, always will. And I knew it was going to be a long time before I could digest a bunch of leaves and raw veges so that’s what I wanted. Call me crazy. Whatever. Salad is good! I’d love a bowl of leaves, mozzarella, fresh fig, basil and pinenuts but whaddya gonna do?
Oh yeah, and shoulder pain has gone finalmente! Glad to be rid of that sucker…
stephanie Said:
on August 29, 2009 at 12:38 pm
i tend to agree…salad… really??
And again i shall say…. SO PROUD OF YOU