The two days after the operation were not great if I'm honest. When I woke up the morning after (very early) I felt like I had the mother of all hangovers, nauseous, hot and shaky. My wrist was also giving me a lot of pain. I knew the best thing would be to sleep, but my body just wouldn't let me, so I lay in bed feeling a little sorry for myself. I tried to listen to some music to take my mind off things but weirdly sound was distorting in my head, a bit like when you have a head cold and your head is all bunged up! I decided to admit defeat and moved to the sofa for a bit of daytime tv, and was almost brought to tears by the pain (sorry Dad your phone call came just at this moment!). I remembered in France the evening after the operation was also pure agony so I thought to myself, this won't last, the pain will be better tomorrow.
Now after 31 years, I think I know myself pretty well, and I know that I always feel better if I am dressed and made-up, so I set this as my target for the day. I didn't have the energy (nor the balance!) for a shower so I had a quick wash and by 3pm (yes, it took hours, you try getting ready using only your left hand!) I was back on the sofa eating a bagel and feeling relatively human :-)
The one symptom that seems to be hanging around like a bad smell is the nausea, and Friday was no exception. I had a shower and got dressed but barely ate all day. I was going for a girly Beyonce night round a friends house which had been planned since before I even knew about the op and I was determined I was going! So, I made some date bars one-handed (yes, I was quite proud of myself for this!) and off I went. Problem is my tummy did not really like the idea of wine! I pushed on through though and had a few glasses anyway, including some bubbles to celebrate some birthdays, and a fab night was had by all! We watched the Beyonce performance from Glastonbury and pretty much all wished we were her, and gossiped (is that even a word?!) the night away!
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