Another hurdle jumped

One of the things I was really scared about was this - administering an injection of anti-clotting medication to myself for the next six days.

The nurse did it for me yesterday, obviously, but I woke up this morning knowing I was going to have to sort it out.

As it happened, it wasn't so bad. So now I don't have to worry about that either.

I slept in chunks of time last night. Every 4 hours from about 9pm. Woke up, braced myself for a visit to the loo (bruised bladder is not fun) and then took painkillers if I was allowed.

Am doing as I am supposed to be. Am managing on the paracetamol and ibuprofen that I have been prescribed by the hospital and only used 1 tramadol last night when it got painful. But that's better than the last few months, where codeine, diclofenac and naproxen haven't been touching it.

James said this evening that I appear to be so much better after this operation compared to my last one. My last one was only exploratory, whereas this one was a big removal job. Seems somewhat of a paradox that I should be so much better after this one, but I think that much of it is psychological. I know that everything that was causing the problem has gone.

However, I know I have to watch myself now, because I already think I am better even though I know I have a long road to walk down yet. It's ok. When I move, I am reminded of that! I won't be doing anything daft.

Corin and James are looking after me so well. Corin made lunch, with two of my pre cooked ready meals, and we all sat at the table together. First time in a while. A decision made today to eat at the table at least once every day. Corin is in charge now!!

So yes, I am feeling quite chipper. Tired, woozy, very tender. But upbeat. Who'd have thought it?