What a Beautiful day

It really is a gorgeous day and I am living in my own little world, lying in bed, feeling the sea breeze, listening to the sounds of the beach and the world going by. Kev says that outside the beach and the prom are absolutely heaving - it's as though I have my own private sanctuary here. I a surreal moment earlier; today there is an RNLI fun day taking place at Mudeford Quay and I keep on hearing tannoy announcements. Suddenly I heard just the loudest noise ever and looked up to see what looked like a fighter jet going past my window! There was then a display up and down the coast - it was just really odd the way it seemed as if they were so close they were going straight past my window! I hope they didn't peek in at me in my PJs :-)

Kevin and the children were going to go shopping today of all things!!! I think I have talked them out of it and persuaded them to go tomorrow instead when it is meant to be wet, but Sian has still insisted on wearing a bloody fleecy hoody all day long, even when I managed to kick them out onto the beach for some fresh air!!


Kev has popped over to the house today. the damp course and the wood worm are now done and hopefully the builder can start on something more interesting next week.


I was dreading running out of painkillers as I don't want to have to feel as though I am beggging the GP for more, but today the pain does feel as though it has eased so maybe I won't need to. I can try walking today - 2 walks of up to 10 minutes. I am going to wait until the crowds have gone down outside and walk for 10, sit down and then do my other 10. The surgeon said it would be good to walk in water, so I may go in the sea tomorrow evening if I am feeling brave!! It seems a bit more environmentally friendly than being driven to the gym just to spend 10 minutes in the pool.

I am looking forward to having my staples out tomorrow - I think there are about 25 of them and they are not very comfortable. Hayden commete that they look just like the ones they get in paper at school :-) However, I assure you that if the work stationery cupboard is short of staples 'it wasn't me!!'


I'm not quite sure how they get these staples out, but I have been given what feels like an office staple extractor in a sealed envelope to give to the Practice Nurse :-) However much it hurts, it will be worth it knowing that I can have a shower afterwards! I haven't had one since last Monday at the hospital, when they covered my wound up with a waterproof dressing and my hair is kind of sticking to my head :-)


Talking of the hospital, did I share horror stories? First of all on my last day there a porter started to wheel me off for someone else's radiotherapy!! It's a good job he said where he was taking me because I was actually waiting to be wheeled off for x-rays!!! Mental note to self never to fall asleep during the day whilst in hospital!


The second thing made me laugh really; on my last day they had NHS inspectors in; one lady took a particular interest in the ventron in my hand. She was trying to decide whether or not the little cap should be closed on it or not. She then decided that it should be, proceeded to close it up and then wandered off. She didn't wash her hands before or after touching me; you;ve got to laugh really!!

A Week Since Op

Well, hard to believe it is a week since my op. I am tiring of being 'looked after' - maybe I am just not a good patient :-)


I think I have been asleep most of the afternoon, but not been sleeping at night so it figures. Did have a really nice dream about my super surgeon and his lovely smile :-) He has been very attentive and sweet - I guess that is private healthcare for you.


I received some beautiful flowers from work the other day and I have them up in the bedroom; they still look gorgeous.


My Husband is off on leave next week rather than working from home; I think he will be better off doing things with the kids and getting them out and about rather than 'looking after' me.


I think the pain has lessened now and I can lie more comfortably; I am just really looking forward to getting the dammned staples taken out on Monday - they are just so uncomfortable - especially to a sensitive sole like me :-)


Today I have been thinking about the other ladies that were in hospital with me and I hope they get home soon - I think they had all been there a long time. I felt like a bit of a lightweight getting upset about being there on day 3 when they had all been there ages. I just hated the lack of privacy. However I have since decided that there is a double edged sword with this; hospital is less boring than being by yourself at home because there is always something going on to do with someone else to hear all about :-)

I was thinking about the private healthcare thing - although I was on a ward, I did get at least one visit a day from both the surgeon and the anaesthetist, which was really sweet as they didn't have to - particularly the anaesthetist as he can't really have had anything to add. He is off on holiday this weekend so I hope he has a good one. I do however keep seeing the look of horror on his face when they had wheeled me down for the op and I was on the bed in a strange sort of ante room with lots of people in it including him and Super Surgeon; I started joking about wanting an epidural - anyway the look on the anaesthetist's face was an absolute picture :-)