Okay, less tired and more lucid now.
I’ve never been in as much pain as I was on Monday evening when I woke up after surgery, it felt as if someone had parked their car on my chest, and the other surgery (don’t worry, I won’t describe that particular process) felt like I was on fire from the waist down, thank god for the drip in my arm and on-demand pain killers!
The rest of the week was really fun, the pain lessened, and the after-care was fantastic, I’m still tender all over, and my arm’s bruised like a baddun from the needle in my arm, I’ve still not taken it all in yet, but all in it’s own time I reckon.
Did I miss anything fun then?