Another boring post…

So here I am after yet another day spent mainly in bed… I did get out to the doctors but could hardly walk, so we didn’t do the lung function stuff today after all.  We’ve re-scheduled- she thought it might be a good idea to do it before the anaesthesia.  (ya think?!)

Doc prescribed Brufen for the pain and swelly belly - she was very sympathetic but limited in what she could offer, with the TAHBSO now just 4 weeks away.

Mr Beloved  went out to (local department store) Bailey’s closing down sale and bought me two nighties for the hospital trip - in the worst weather I’ve seen since moving to Toowoomba - the news tonight confirmed that with the wind chill, our 4 degrees outside temp actually felt more like minus four.

Still quite apprehensive about the op - not so much the operation itself, but the aftermath: recovery from the wounds, healing time, and of course the fear of what the pathology might turn up. I find it hard to believe that these symptoms are benign; the sheer swelling and pain are making me so miserable and nervous…this can’t POSSIBLY be normal.  And you know those ads on the tv lately about ovarian cancer? *shudder* At least soon we will KNOW, there’s comfort in that.  But I’m still a bit ok a LOT freaked out.

(That’s my eye there - one of them, anyway - being FREAKED OUT.  Note my “aztec sun” eye pattern which is apparently typical for “Autumn” colouring. There ya go!)

Poor little Constance has been doing her Faithful Guard Dog Schtick™ non-stop: she has to be convinced to eat when she’s on duty, and will only leave her post to go to the loo when I do, or when she becomes utterly desperate.  The least sign that I might be getting out of bed brings her to full alert - even tuning over to get a better position around the hot water bottle or stretching my toes has to be treated as moving to Defcon 1.  (And if I swing my legs over the side and slide my feet into my slippers - the Twirly Whirly Poodle HaPpY dAnCe of JOY™ must be performed. With vigor.)

Poor old cat cat was brought up from the shed after quite disconsolately sitting in front of the unplugged heaters, and looking at Mr Beloved as if to say “These ones don’t work.  MAKE THEM WORK, Daddy!”

Time to download my podcasts (including this new one from Wendy Harmer and Angela Catterns - yaya!) and head back up to bed.   The podcasts are such sanity savers - when I’m feeling slightly less blah I work on the Tuesdays and TV quilt and listen, but mostly I just turn off all the lights, huddle around the hot water bottle, and enjoy the audio without distraction.

Hoping to get to Toowoomba Quilters tomorrow if I’m not too sore and miserable… although it’s a bloody cold room… hmmmm.  Maybe not.