This is is the first day of feeling vaguely normal after surgery. My brain has defuzzed and I can move my arm around a little more. I was caught off guard by the impact of the operation. Who knew major surgery would be so.. major? I’ve pretty much been asleep for the past two weeks. I thought it was the morphine but I think my body literally put me in a semi-coma in order to fix itself. But I was awake for 8 hours yesterday before my bed called. I even managed to make a meal.
My wounds are looking amazing. I wish I could show you all my nipple. The scar is a non-event. The surgeon has mad skillz! I wish I could say the same about the district nurses. The first day they showed up they were flummoxed by my drain bag and had to call in another nurse to change it. OK fair enough for the first day. Except every single day for the following week the nurses claimed surprise and bemusement for every part of my care. They didn’t have the right dressings or drain bags. They were resistant to coming out even though I could barely make it out of bed. The merest whiff of me being able to make it to the GP surgery and they discharged me. Luckily I shouldn’t have to rely on them for care in future.
The next big date is next Thursday when I go to see my surgeon and get the news about whether they managed to get all the cancer. If not I could be in for more surgery. One day at a time though. Today I aim to stay awake until 7pm.