Today I disgraced myself. I suspect this whole recovery is going to be riddled with days like today. It has already been overlong. The wailing began around 1am. Or was it 2am? Or 3am? Actually it could have been any hour during the very very long night because I was awake for them all. True I did catch a few zeds in between but they were few, fleeting and ultimately unsatisfying. My wailing woke the Captain. He was lovely. Tender, kind and even uncomplaining. Despite knowing that my wailing would give him a crap day at work today.
My wailing was not confined to home either. I had a day trip organised. Having not been seen by any medical staff since Saturday, I had an appointment with Surgical Spice to review my wounds. Serious Delinquent had volunteered for taxi duties which gave my Mum both a break from me and the enormous relief of knowing she did not have to negotiate the city traffic. Visiting hospital outpatient clinics is something she did far too much of not very long ago during my Dad’s final illness. I am grateful she did not have to do it with me. No sooner had I seat belted myself into the car and waved a beaming farewell to my Mum, than the wailing recommenced.
The journey and some seriously delinquent loveliness allowed me to pull myself together by the time we arrived. Obviously we were over early as per, but that gave us just enough time for a rather nice Costa coffee. Been an age since I had one of those. At that point, I thought there was an outside chance the wailing was done. Ha.
At the appointed time we trotted through to see Surgical Spice. I was positioned on a couch behind a curtain, stripped to waist (this is becoming an almost Pavlovian response to this woman which could be REALLY embarrassing should we ever meet socially) and the inspection began.
‘How are you?’ she asked. Such a bad move on her part. More wailing on mine. Still, the extra moisture helped loosen the dressings so that was a plus. The upshot is everything is healing well. Needles were shoved into unspeakable places to draw off fluid and further dressings were applied. A referral has been made to an allergy expert – hurrah! And finally, she prescribed me some different analgesia which should help with the sleeping. The lack of which is the main cause of the wailing. I came away with extra dressings, a new bra and more appointments than you can shake a stick at.
The rest of day has seen me fit for nothing. Ironically, too tired to sleep I have just lain spaced out on the bed with Alan Bennett’s dulcet tones drifting into my ear as he reads The Uncommon Reader to me. Not a bad way to pass the time, all things considered.