we got discharged yesterday.
and now we’re entering the long, slow, path of healing.
the 14 (yep, count ’em) calcium monsters (we’re not producing any minerals due to removal of aforementioned glands) pills per day are nausea-producing (too much info? sorry, darlings) and the antibiotics are much needed as we fear any small bug/infection and there’s a bunch of other stuff too – but no narcotics, thank god. we couldn’t go There.
B stayed over and was a Superb Nurse.
and he gave us sophie (the loveliest dog in the world) to keep us company for a few hours.
we are sleeping.
and not returning all the lovely calls, txts and emails at this time – please don’t be offended. we are feeling Very Under The Weather (delightful British phrase).
at least the collar with our own blood (UGH) drain was removed.
and this morning we were able to unwind the TORTUOUSLY tight bandages.
and very gingerly and with a few tears we were able to wash our hair for the first time in days – not a good look, prior, although B did say we looked rather Kate Hepburn with a strict turtleneck look with our neck brace and our barely-there-voice – OUCH sore vocal chords from tumours/tumor damage – sounded a tiny bit like Tammy Grimes (Mary Poppins – not the lovely Julie – the mummy of Jane and Michael with the gum drops voice and the suffragette sash in blue).
so now we’re down the penultimate layer of dressings for a week or until we see our surgeon and get the C results and stitches removed (OW).