Ah, Time on my hands…..

Well, what do you do with yourself when you have all this time and nothing to do. I’ll tell you what, you learn how to get British TV programs on your lap top, that’s what you do. OMG, its brilliant, I can watch all my favorite shows (ok, it’s not perfect, sometimes it does that buffering  thing) but on the whole I am able to watch just about anything, even the finals of the Great British Bake off, yep, I know you’ve never heard of it but it was the most watched show in the uk and I got hooked after just one veiwing. I have also decided to make a traditional Christmas cake (as I have decided it is my favorite food in all the world and you cannot get it over here…..anywhere! Trust me, I have been looking for the last twenty-eight years) all it is really, is a great big fruit cake soaked in alcohol and topped with marzipan and icing. Simply, a match made in heaven. So, because you have to make it a long time ahead, I thought “Why not? I’ll give it a go while I have all this time on my hands and come Christmas, one slice should put you under the table. You see, you feed it booze every week or so, to keep it moist. Americans have a strong aversion to fruit cake because the stuff I’ve tried over here is disgusting, but I’m telling you this is the bomb.

As far as my health goes, the biggest problem are these post surgical drains you carry around all the time.I have to wear a sort of a sports bra that is most uncomfortable where it touches them. These two seem very sensitive and touching them is miserable.. The best thing is my daily shower. For some reason it feels really good to run warm water over them.I won’t have them for much longer as I get them out this Thursday along with my stitches, that was quick wasn’t it? The stiches look very neat (well done Dr V, I bet she got gold stars in dressmaking) in case you are interested I’ll post a little close up shot.


One long day…

Well I stuck to my guns. I said I would come home the same day as my surgery and I did. Left the house at eight am and arrived back home with new boobs at ten thirty, fantastic. I really didn’t want to spend the night in hospital if I didn’t have to. The operation went well by all accounts and I was out of recovery by four thirty and feeling quite peppy. I ate something (a requirement to being let go) and kept it down right until the nurse said ” Alright, you can get dressed” then the minute she left the room I grabbed that pink plastic kidney dish and neatly deposited my bid for freedom “Quick Peter, lets hid it, no, I’ll flush it, she’ll never know” One minute more and I would have got away with it, but, after some pleading on my part a quick gig around the bed to prove my steadiness to go home, she finally gave me a hug and sent me on my way with all the usual paraphernalia  (gauze pads, ointment, drugs, cups for measuring drain out-put etc etc..) I managed to eat a few crackers on the ferry but left them in the bathroom too. Slept fitfully, because I have to get used to sleeping sitting up again for a bit and am pretty sore today. However, I managed a walk down the road and have my appetite back. The boobs don’t really look much different from before but they do feel a bit softer, too sore to go poking about much and the drain sites are really  tender. So, it’s princess time for me for a week or so, in fact I think I’ll just ring for a cup of tea:-)