it has been quite a rollercoaster, excruciating pain, compounded depression, inability to swallow solid food and the insistance from the surgeon I must force tablets and solids down my gob regardless of them getting stuck and inducing a cold sweat and my whole body shaking in agony. Still some more weeks of pain to endure but sure enough I will get through it.
New post op protocol, no more all-you-can-eat icecream and jelly, no more soft diet. Just a few hours after the surgery I was made to eat roast lamb and veggies. Plenty of narcotics to take the edge off of the pain but alas not very effective.
As the days go by the pain gets worse but mercifully I have been told it will improve by day 14 or so, I'm counting down the minutes...
I wish I was slightly interested in food and could eat something delicious and be able to swallow without having to grasp the table so hard my knuckles go white - at least I'm not drooling anymore.
I'm recovering very well physically pain and all but what was meant to be an over night stay inhospital has turned out to be 3 weeks at least in a psychitric ward, the surgery, the anaesthetic, the pain and the stress have unleashed the deep seated and pernicious depression once again.
Here comes the shithead night shift nurse to give me a harangue. He is a tool.