It was only in the morning that I realised I’d been shaved, highly embarrassing as most of the team were men, why couldn’t I have done it myself? ( It haunts me even now well afterwards) I found the old fashioned sts that the hospital gives don’t catch so much on the stubble. My new sts, maybe with perfume and chemicals actually made me more sore when I sat about later. Loose knickers, large ones are much better than something tight on the tummy!
Another woman arrived in my room, poor love had lost a baby, but she went home in the afternoon. Again I thanked God for my little bit of privacy.
I was given another medicine for the pain but that knocked me out too! I had my packing removed. I didn’t know I was getting it. Doc came in with a pair of forceps and removed about 3m of bloody gauze, Stung a bit. Maybe all due to my misunderstanding, but a written info pack would have been good, but maybe I’d rather not have known! I was got out of bed, felt a little woozy, but ok. I had done a bit of trawling on the internet, and I think the worst thing you can so is read the forum pages. These are after all, people who have hit problems and need advice. It’s far better to go to a straight forward information site, or read people’s stories, they’re far more positive and helpful. As it was, what I had read meant that I prayed over all my organs repeatedly, praying them to enjoy the new space and function normally, I prayed for a full recovery with no infection.
Yet I was still panicking a bit! I had my first lunch, pureed veges and it tasted like heaven!I got very tired at 7, I gave myself two shots and was out of it!