Let’s see. I went to the hospital Monday morning super early, came in and didn’t even have time to unpack before I had to get ready for surgery. Which was all good, I really dislike waiting. Everybody at the clinic was super nice, and seemed competent, I felt well cared for.
I had full anesthesia and the next thing I know everything was already over. I shared a room with two other women, all of us in for thyroid surgery. I lay around in bed for a bit and in the afternoon I could already get up with the help of a nurse. There was only very limited pain and I felt a bit woozy, that was all.
I texted my family around 2 and by then it was clear that my voice was all good. A bit hoarse but that was to be expected.
On Tuesday I already spent some time outside bed, my husband came to visit me right before lunch and the boy came by in the afternoon after uni. I was very bored.
And on Wednesday I was already allowed back home. Everything is fine, I’m still taking pain meds and also am taking things slow but I am supposed to go for walks even. Right now I’m still making the boy do all my chores but yesterday I already folded laundry. And walked to the nearby supermarket for chocolate, as one does.
Food at the clinic was, um, not the best, and like always it is hard to rest at the hospital because there are always people in and out the room. So yes, I’m happy to be home. As always.
Here’s a pictures of yesterday’s lunch:
Much better than hospital food.
Oh, and the highlight of my Tuesday was a care package from a dear friend:
That was such a wonderful surprise and made me very happy.
Today there will be more doing nothing and maybe another little walk. A nifty side-effect of the pain meds is that my feet don’t hurt either. Duh.
And yes, I am aware that my brain is mush right now but I’ll get better soon.
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