Friday, July 28, 2006
Day Four - And feeling fine...ish
As I write this post I'm busting to go to the toilet. I've been darting around the house doing the first bit of cleaning that I've felt up to since my operation. Although in the last twenty four hours I HAVE been out of the house a few times, I've been taking it easy. Cleaning is a chore.
And although I'm not down on my hands and knees scrubbing (bending over or leaning down seems to strain my stiches) I am otherwise working up a sweat.
But why busting for the bathroom? Well going to the bathroom is still a bit of an ordeal. It's not as simple as drop the pants and go nuts. Here is the rutual:
1. Clean hands and sterilize with some antiseptic alcohol (being careful)
2. Drop pants to floor so they don't get in the way
3. Remove shirt if it gets in the way, and then underwear
4. Finally reach inside the GAUZE (stocking style underwear) under my underwear and INSIDE that again is the compression dressing....
5. Hold the compression and it's valuable cargo as still as possible and push gauze down to join underwear
6. NOW... slowly unrawp gauze. OUCH OUCH OUCH as the bits of the wounds that have stuck to it have to break away and then carefully maneurvre myself to the toilet
7. Being careful not to bang it around before or after OR get it rubbing aginst sterilized but probably still dirty toilet seat, stand back up and repeat steps 1 to 7 - IN REVERSE!
It's slow and it's painful, ahtough getting quicker and less painful by the day. Today I'm finding it more of a laborious pain in the ass and mildly uncomfortable than anything else... but still - what a drama!
NOTE: It's a much quicker action after a few glasses of red wine. Builds confidence, tolerance to pain, and generally heightens sense of 'Ahhhhh I'm not bothered-ed-ness'.
Due out for drinks at a friends place tonight. Hope it doesn't lead to an allnighter cos I will surely get TOO drunk, TOO confident and end up podium dancing my way into pulling a few stitches.
And although I'm not down on my hands and knees scrubbing (bending over or leaning down seems to strain my stiches) I am otherwise working up a sweat.
But why busting for the bathroom? Well going to the bathroom is still a bit of an ordeal. It's not as simple as drop the pants and go nuts. Here is the rutual:
1. Clean hands and sterilize with some antiseptic alcohol (being careful)
2. Drop pants to floor so they don't get in the way
3. Remove shirt if it gets in the way, and then underwear
4. Finally reach inside the GAUZE (stocking style underwear) under my underwear and INSIDE that again is the compression dressing....
5. Hold the compression and it's valuable cargo as still as possible and push gauze down to join underwear
6. NOW... slowly unrawp gauze. OUCH OUCH OUCH as the bits of the wounds that have stuck to it have to break away and then carefully maneurvre myself to the toilet
7. Being careful not to bang it around before or after OR get it rubbing aginst sterilized but probably still dirty toilet seat, stand back up and repeat steps 1 to 7 - IN REVERSE!
It's slow and it's painful, ahtough getting quicker and less painful by the day. Today I'm finding it more of a laborious pain in the ass and mildly uncomfortable than anything else... but still - what a drama!
NOTE: It's a much quicker action after a few glasses of red wine. Builds confidence, tolerance to pain, and generally heightens sense of 'Ahhhhh I'm not bothered-ed-ness'.
Due out for drinks at a friends place tonight. Hope it doesn't lead to an allnighter cos I will surely get TOO drunk, TOO confident and end up podium dancing my way into pulling a few stitches.
