I'm having my stitches out this afternoon, which I am both pleased about and horrified by. Part of me wants to see the "wounds" as they are delightfully termed by medical people, part of me wants them to remain forever concealed under waterproof dressings.
Brrrr.
I'm still freakishly tired most of the time, and have been doing that thing that very small children and puppies do where they just fall asleep in the middle of whatever is going on at that moment. Fortunately, most of what I am doing involves sitting on the sofa half-heartedly watching TV, reading a book or dicking about on my phone. It would be rather more alarming if I were, say, a brain surgeon or an offshore undersea welder.
It's great that I am feeling more like doing things, but it is frustrating because I think "Oh, I'll just do some ironing," or "I'll clean the bathroom windows," and then I think again and realise that no, no, I won't. Not for a couple more weeks.
Mr WithaY is being hugely helpful, and our lovely neighbours are popping in with books, sweeties and chat, all of which are much appreciated. On Saturday Youngest Sis and her husband came up to visit, bringing our slightly belated Christmas presents, which was lovely. We sat and chatted, ate lunch, chatted some more, opened our presents and drank tea, while the dog went BANANAS with her Christmas gift:
She gnawed it till the squeak stopped working, and then contented herself with rolling around on her back, holding it between her paws and playing with it.
Hopefully later this week I will be able to go out for a walk with her and Mr WithaY, at least partway round the village. I can't tell if my legs are wobbly because I am still so tired, or because I have hardly used them for 10 days.
I'm missing being able to cook anything much. I might order a box of marmalade oranges and pop them in the freezer to make some more Seville marmalade when I can heave pans about again. I'm also planning to make fruit jellies; I always loved them as a child and recently found some interesting recipes to try. I think I ought to wait a few more weeks before I start experimenting with boiling sugar though. Safety first.
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Ah. I loved having an excuse to do absolutely nothing and I hugely relished the ability to sleep for hours. Though I had had months of pain and it was wonderful to lose that and maybe that has something to do with it, I was completely unbothered about being unable to do anything much except read and rest.
Z, I was fortunate in that my op was to deal with something causing comparatively minor problems, so pain like yours wasn't an issue, thank goodness. I've been told in no uncertain terms that "just because the outside is healing up nicely, you still can't overdo things" so I am trying to behave. Trying.
I know that frustrated recovery feeling!! Take it easy and take care, but I'm sure you'll be back up and about and getting on with everything as before, before you know it. Lots of love my dear :) xxx
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