I live in an old house, shes just over a 110 years and moans and croaks at the slightest excuse. I'm pretty new to this being only 10 days post op and still very fanatical about what the scale says. This is where living in an old house really helps, her floors are so uneven that I find I can run around in the mornings and weigh myself in different rooms and get a different reading in each room by as much as 2lb/1kg it may not be the same tomorrow, the ole girl changes every day depending on
Yes Indeedy I am one of the lucky ones. I wont bore everyone with my life history because we all have one but pain killers and myself do not get along and I think it was one of the things that was causing me the greatest anxiety regarding having surgery. I mean Im no hero and I dont like sticking pins into myself more than anyone else.
Again wont bore you with the details of the surgery and immediate recovery because its boring. Im 4 days post and I had panadol ( tylenol in usa)
Thank goodness tomorrow is Surgery day, I think I have had enough of playing in this park, if I do not get of this round -about soon I will be very sick indeed.
I cannot understand why a very reasonable person ( namely me!) who organised the blooming operation in the first place, has become a simpering mess. Its just farcical and not worthy of a mature woman I insist I pull myself together and just get on with it.
There that's better! Oh dearey me.
Think happy happy thoughts!. Its Monday evening and reality is biting, only 4 days to go. On nooooooo!. I'm ready....bring it. Ive been to the shops, purchased the new ghastly looking nighties for the hospital stay, packing my bag and for a moment today in danger of thinking I was going away on holiday until I rememberd it was the hospital not the beach I was packing for and had to take the sun screen out the bag.
Im full of ambitions and plans today. I have just signed up for