Get set...

I think it is safe to say I underestimated this surgery. Although, today is a day of celebration as I finally came home today it also just dawned on me the true nature of recovery.

I thought in six weeks I'd be back to normal, alas it is six weeks till I can start trying to be back to normal...delish!

Perhaps I am being premature in dubbing this the lost summer but as it is February I think I'm okay.

So this week I will start rehabilitation through which I wish to be able to take a shower standing and unsupervised, pick up anything I drop on the floor, carry my laptop and hopefully sooner rather than later sneeze so I can get that over and done with. I almost sneezed in the car today and it felt my chest was about to explode open. Urghh! I will also in 6 weeks be able to walk for 40 minutes....in-a-roooooow! It's hard to imagine being so stationary but I'm told the schedule is the same for 80 year olds so maybe i'll be able to get there faster? Or at least a little easier! Fingers crossed!

But even with all that ahead I'm just super happy I haven't spewed in 36 hours and have just devoured some delicious prosciutto on toast. Perhaps this won't be my most adventurous year yet but I think it will be mighty exciting!

Note to self- my awesome little emoticons do not show up on blog... my bad.

Hospital hate!

It's day three on in my own room in the ward. As the youngest member of the ward (by 30 - 50 years or so) I am also the unofficial spokesperson!

The ward is boring now. I can walk 20 m without stopping, and go to the toilet by myself (except because of the freaking soap dispenser being like a twenty pound bench press) and you know get in to bed...out of bed not so much.. But the visiting hours are atrocious! I mean if you aren't 80 and don't go to bed at 9.30 it's poop that your Hairy cannot be here to watch movie until 10!! ���������� blergh!

Thank god for the kardashians- not all of them obviously I have my faves but the drama means I feel like something's happening in my life instead of get up, nap, visiting hours, nap, visiting hours bed. Yeah so as you can see by this my life is now one with the ward aka boring!

But success! I haven't spewed at all today!!!!! Beautiful... Next step ��������������������������������������������������yum!

Loves y'all!

Ouch.

Perks of paying for pain

You know what's worse than knowing tomorrow you are having a totally invasive surgery that will leave you in enormous amounts of pain is being shoved in the same hospital room as a 92 year old lady in shit loads of pain and a little delerious.

I know I sound awful but it's similar to torture.

Also all that seems to be on TV are hospital dramas... Gross!

But for the perks refer to the picture, gorgeous slippers to try drown out dear Florence next door!

Preppin'

Apologies for my absence. Obviously after being so berated by the mundane repitition of exams I decided to dissapear for a little while. While I did have a famazing trip overseas with the boyf, I have since been busy preparing for a much more exciting venture...(this is the denial talking).

At the ripe old age of 22 I am being admitted for a valve replacement surgeory... tomorrow!

It's hard writing this down mainly because I'm getting rather nervous so usually I would be laughing at the end of every sentence or you know... word haha (case and point).

I would give you an educational break down but I don't really have one, plus what I do know I don't really want to think about. But feel free to google - just don't tell me haha.

Now excuse me while I deliver a urine test... yum