The Letter S
S is for sexy support stockings. These are to prevent blood clots so I admit they are important. I have work them before, whilst at hospital for an operation on my shoulder, although the colour was slightly different. Â
However, I was not expecting this time to have to wear them for 1 to 2 weeks, and I cannot understand why. Am I supposed to be in bed all that time? (Not that I would mind that too much) There’s a huge difference between 1 week and 2 – a whole 7 days!! How do I know when to take them off? What if it is too soon – do I then have to worry about dying from DVT instead of cancer?
They are itchy and tight and hot. And a very unwelcome addition to my already sweaty night flushes.
Thank God it’s not summer. Imagine going out in a lovely floaty summer dress and having to wear these. I already want to rip them off with my teeth. I’m just not that flexible.
They would probably look okay with hot pants, bit of a school girl theme, but the world just isn’t ready for me wearing those either….
The Letter W
W is for watermelon.
I now feel able to say those immortal words as made famous by Baby – “I carried a watermelon”.
Not an actual watermelon, however, but I feel that I have the equivalent stuck to my right hand side.
Poor Ernie.
I was expecting smaller. Not larger or swollen. Definitely not round. Certainly not pink. And not skin pink colour either but, well, watermelon pink. I expect it’s some sort of dye stuff they use but it’s quite alarming. And it makes me want fruit. Which is also very alarming.
The Colour White
White is for the array of tablets I am currently taking. Paracetamol for the pain. (Really??) Codeine because paracetamol is rubbish. Pills to help with the constipation codeine gives me, and Naproxen because, well, paracetamol is rubbish. All white, but all different shapes and sizes. Doing different jobs. Helping each other. Apparently.
I’m hoping that in a few days some of those tablets won’t be needed and I can start on the road to normality. Although I don’t think Mum Dance is on the cards for next week.
But I am going to keep moving forward, even if it’s slowly like a snail, I will not let it beat me.
After all,
No one puts Baby in the corner.
