It's just gone midnight. Which means it's Monday. Wednesday, will be 6 weeks post-op. I was told that I couldn't drive for six weeks from the operation, but I argued and got two days off. So, as of... NOW, I can drive again.
It's been a tough six weeks. Most of the first week, I was actually in hospital, and the next week I was at home, in a very tender condition, being well looked after by my niece. In that time, little Nina was born.
Then, my niece's husband had a heart attack. He's fine now, but it was touch and go for a while. Naturally, his condition took priority. I had to manage on my own, as my niece concentrated on looking after him, as you would expect. This presented some problems, But I managed OK.
The biggest issue was lack of transportation. Some weeks I had to make doctor's visits four times. When groceries ran short, I had to get supplies, somehow. Problematic, and not helped by the fact that my FOUR closest buddies were ALL out of the island at the same time, and couldn't be called on for help. But it all worked out in the end.
The biggest sufferer is Budweiser. He usually goes with me in the van when ever I go anywhere. And at least once a week he gets a trip into the country where he is free to wander and roam as far as he likes. I have been able to leave home, walking, in taxis, etc. Buddy has been going stir-crazy for nearly six weeks. Tomorrow, he gets to go for a long drive! I have tons of stuff to do that he can help me with, and I'll also make sure we take the scenic route as we go. Wednesday, we will go into the country, where he can have an afternoon of freedom!
I have a lovely scar on my chest. People will think I had bypass surgery or something! There is one tiny little area (right at the bottom where the drain was) that can't make up it's mind whether it wants to close up or not. Otherwise it's raw and ugly and still very sore, but essentially all healed up. I pulled off the last bandage today, and I hope my doctor will tell me I don't need to replace it.
I have another lovely scar down through my navel. That one was un-bandaged weeks ago, by one of the surgeons. He said to look out for seepage. It started "seeping" the very next day, and was ruining one set of bedclothes and one shirt every day. So, I put a bandage back on it. I'm seeing him tomorrow (Bud will come along for the ride, of course), and he (the surgeon, not Bud) will probably bitch about the bandages. Too bad. Hopefully, they can come off once and for all, now.
So, everything is quite sore and will probably continue to be so for months to come. (Funnily, the worst aches and pains are in my back, shoulders and neck. This because apparently the surgeon had to "butterfly me like a chicken" while I was on the table.) But anyway, the six-week post-op period is over (or, technically, will be on Wednesday) so life can return to normal. Only, I probably won't start swinging a weed-whacker or lifting heavy weights for a while yet.
And best of all I am now driving again! Or will be from tomorrow morning, anyhow. Which is a good thing, because I am down to my last Coco-cola!
You want a cute picture of baby Nina? Or a cute picture of Buddy checking the comfort level of my pillows?