Wednesday 7th November 2012
I was very slowly and carefully eating my breakfast of yoghurt and muesli when my surgeon came in to check up on me this morning. He was shocked by how well I looked and that I was managing to sit up a bit and feed myself. He said he had heard from the nurses that I was the star patient on the ward and was coping really well. This was exciting to hear because I have never been good at anything, now I just need to find a way to use my talent to make money, perhaps harvesting my organs?
After lunch my dad and two brothers came for a visit. My dad had taken a day off work and driven down from the country to check up on me. I felt really bad that everyone was coming in to visit me because it was really quite boring for them. It was nice for me to lay back and listen to them talking for a few hours, especially because all the TV channels were saturated by US election coverage and I was dying of boredom.
|Me and my dad|
|Flowers from my work|
I still hadn't been able to move out of bed at all and I had no idea what I looked like so I asked AJ to take a photo of me so that I could see. It is a bit of a freak out to see myself without the apron stomach hanging down, but I am still so bloated that it is hard to get an idea of what I will end up looking like!
|Me flashing my hot new body for the camera|
I had a similar sleep to the night before, the morphine would knock me out for short periods, but I was awake for a lot of the night. I kept frightening the night nurse half to death when she would come into my dark room to check on me and I would start talking away. She told me to request sleeping tablets for the next night because she was concerned my how little sleep I was getting. Despite the lack of sleep I felt relaxed and positive about everything... perhaps that was the morphine!
|AJ and me|
Day 3 to come...