You would think that having an operation, with lots of bed rest involved, would be the perfect excuse for A Whole Lot of knitting. You would think wrong. I have not knitted a stitch and typing is a pain in the neck (or arms)!!! Thank you one and all for your kind wishes: I was so very well looked after by MrsDrWho and Uncle and Auntie Dutch, who have Hospital Know How. I have had a lump in my neck since before Christmas last year and it has been slowly getting bigger, whilst being monitored closely and I have been blithely keeping my blog a happy Lump-free zone. As the time drew near to the operation I was pretty much convinced I was going to die. There is no rational reason: my reptilian brain was coming to the fore. The Labradors had to go to The Holiday Kennels, hence the trip to the country to check them out (They were wonderful carers)!! And I was reasonably OK until the day before when my Port broke. This was a good thing, because I could have my lump and the old Port out and a new Port in, all at the same time hence both boogelly arms. But I did reach the limit of my coping. MrsDrWho promised to adopt The Labradors and once I woke up she rang them every day and I clutched, pitifully, the piece of paper on which she wrote of their happiness!!! Uncle and Auntie Dutch were there every day too and I was able to get my cannula whipped out early and have a vase, STAT!! I am so lucky to have such lovely friends.
The nurses and doctors at The Hospital are wonderful and I could not have been better cared for. It was all fun and games during the night as I was in the Old Ladies' Joint Replacement Ward, I have no boogelly antibiotic-resistant germs and this Ward was very germ free, so I went there: One old lady liked to gad about with her walking frame and sit on people and another lady had a few tantrums. Me? I liked to lie in bed with my oxygen mask on and just listen to the ABC radio. I knew I was recovering when my meals were upgraded from Free Fluid, to Soft Light and then Normal. It was time for me to go.
I am home now. I had no external stitches at all. Pretty amazing. Medical persons have gasped in amazement at the finery of my wounds and the potential lack of scarring I should expect. I pretty much don't care!! Scars don't worry me at all. I can wash my hair and drive (slowly and cautiously) and I can potter about from bed to couch. Yesterday I took The Labradors to the Vet and Harki donated blood to a sick Golden Retriever and Peri was popped in a cage. Dr Tim took me through to peep at the sick dog and as I went past a cage I thought there was a fine looking Labrador in it. Yes, it was Peri!!! I am not as up with it as I think. Then we went to the dam and they had a little run in the bush and I sat on a fallen over tree in the Sun. I'm paying for it today by being extra tired.
So, I'm still waiting for results from The Hospital but I am trying to be positive and honestly, I haven't the energy to be worried. The new Port means that I have to sleep like I am a statue effigy on top of a coffin in an old Church and I am protecting my shoulder from happy Peri onslaughts at all times. Harki is very gentle and she is much braver as she was so well behaved when she donated blood. The Labradors came back from The Kennels so happy, and smelling slightly sweet from their hydrobath. They had such a good time, Harki and Peri were so well behaved and nice they were allowed to play with all the other dogs, and I suspect they may be missing the extra company.
I have browsed the bazillion posts from The Bloglines and marvelled at everyone's exploits, and I plan to reply to my lovely comments over the next few days as I feel better!! This morning we had a cup of tea and toast on the verandah, but this afternoon it's back to lying on the couch with excellent painkillers, my hotwater bottle and two Labradors whille drowsily watching DVDs.