I am now feeling quite tired. The operation is taking its toll on me, physically and mentally too maybe. It has nearly been a week and I still have the drain coming out of my body. Which means that I am still taking a bottle round with me everywhere.
Today I am feeling kind of low. My dad still here, which is lovely, but I’m starting to feel the lack of space. I am so western when it comes to issues of “me time”.
Anyhow, not much more to report other than tiredness, increased pain (as I was trying not to take too many painkillers) and lack of personal space (which is turning me into a grumpy girl). My time still consumed by visits to the nurse, to the hospital and now to the dentist (have to have your teeth checked and fixed before you start chemo!). Embryo talk starting next week again.
Hairdresser yesterday. New hair! second haird do. My dad took this non-posed photo (believe me!)
I’m gonna have a nap now. Exhausted. Do you think I will be posting photos of my bald head? I wonder…