....I screwed up my courage and changed my life.

Last Friday night, May10 2013, I was settling down to hourly checks and morphine on demand. I was not really in any pain, but there was the odd distinctly tightening or cramping directly under my breast and kinda involved the whole abdominal cavity. Unfortunately I lost the trigger for the morphine for a while, thinking they had disconnected me and endured much of the niggling discomfort by just sleeping or breathing through a spasm.

I also,recall that night dreaming that I was eating and putting my sleeve at risk and waking myself up with concern. If it happened once it happened half a dozen times and it still happens. I woke this morning thinking id just had a cup of tea and a Gingernut biscuit. Now, I don't know if you have them in the US, but a Gingernut in Australia is a very very hard biscuit - in fact they don't come any harder. Eating one of those a week out, would be certain death. Bloody terrifying having these dreams and for the life of me, cannot remember when I last had a Gingernut anyway!

More about the resilience of Gingernuts if you're interested.

http://chillikebab.wordpress.com/201...inger-nut-nsw/


Surgeon is happy with me, Dietitian has already instructed me to drop the juices in favour of water and get to grips with firming up intake times so I'm replicating a usual eating routine - 3 meals and 2 snacks but still only consuming liquids.

My wounds are healing nicely and I'm feeling stronger every day. Best part - I got the cat out of hoc and he is snugly posted by my side as I type gently snoring and very happy to be home.

So, all is right with the world. I'm sleeved, I'm healthy, I'm happy and looking forward to a lighter future.