Just over 2 weeks since surgery….4 weeks left of sick leave. Thank goodness. Not that I feel awful in the slightest - uncomfortable, yes. Twingy, yes. But awful, no. Just the thought of going back to Amex makes me feel crappy.
I STILL have drains. I am one of those unlucky ones who clearly produces a lot of fluid (well, that and the strattice makes it worse, too!). I’ve been told the drains will be out early next week - whatever the output, and the relief of that deadline is massive. Even more than last week, I feel like the classic prisoner in the comic sketches, marking off the days on my bare cell wall before release day. Getting rid of drains certainly feels like a freedom moment to strive for.
The drains are stinging now, too.. And so uncomfortable by bed time. And what’s made me even more grumpy is I have my period AND my nose is running. FFS, I am just a leaking body.
My chest looks like a construction site. I’m considering buying some temporary construction tattoes to stick over my chest. Wondering if my surgeon has a sense of humour……
Just reading through the last few entries it all sounds overwhelmingly negative. Actually, I’ve been out quite a bit - combining hospital appointments with nice lunches, breakfast with friends, walks on the beach. Physically, chest area aside I feel really alive and well and VERY thankful I was fit and active prior to surgery. I think it has helped immensely.
And I am forever thankful of my opportunity to reduce my risk by such a massive amount. All these things to be thankful for - but, sometimes, the daily drag of drains just brings it all down!
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