Friday 15th November
Today starts much the same as yesterday ~ up soon after six to be wheeled to the loo, quick wash and clean teeth.
Doctor’s rounds at nine, and the registrar speaks about the drain, and the possibility of antibiotics.
I have the tube to the draining bottle cut much shorter, and a collecting plastic bag stuck over the end that is sticking out.
I am supposed to be more mobile, so spend the morning in the bedside chair ~ but everything is most uncomfortable. I last for about a couple of hours, and then I manoeuvre myself back into bed. Sore, stiff, painful, plus I’m worried that by sitting up straight, I will be squashing or pushing the wound in on itself.
After lunch, my husband and son arrive for afternoon visiting. A beautiful bouquet, grapes, magazines and newspapers, plus a whole lot of talking, cuddles and kisses.
After dinner I start a course of antibiotics, take multiple pain killers, have my evening injection, and for the very first time, I walk myself to the bathroom. Yay, I’m now an independent patient; no more pressing the call button and having to wait for the nurse, complete with wheelchair. I can go on my own!
The evening ends with many phone calls and messages.
And breathe, the healing process is well underway.