Day 5 F-R: Friday 15th March

Another weigh-in and measure-in.......

Fast approaching the 3 stone loss milestone - in 3 weeks, this is downright scary.

Inch-wise, since the day before my first operation, I have shrunk in the following way.....

Calf: 2.5" gone
Thigh: 7" gone
Hip: 5" gone
Waist: 3" gone
Bust: 2" gone
Arm: 4" gone
Neck: 3" gone

I could colour in a nice graph, but don't feel like it, so there.

C1 went to school in her onesie today, with black Uggs, 3 red hearts painted on her face, and a red nose.

C2 was slightly more conservatively dressed, due to being on a school trip to some Roman remains today.

Chedworth Roman Villa

My night's sleep was a little disturbed - after settling C1 into bed with her chick-lit book, and C2 having the usual attack of announcing that everybody hates 

him, he is bored, he is dying of thirst, and 

there is a shadow like a spider on the ceiling  

which is only moved by dismantling half of a chest of 

drawers, beating the ceiling with a rolled up towel, 

and heading for the sanctuary of my own bedroom

 while sticking fingers in ears and singing 'la la la I 

can't hear you - you will go to sleep if you shut up. 

Close your eyes and have a look at what your eyelids look like from the inside!!' - after dealing with that, my achy legs return again, and a tight, sore bit of keyhole every time I move. In the end, once there is an atmosphere of calm and sleeping children, I decide to come back downstairs, flirt with a mug of hot Bovril, knit a few rows and see how this changes things. 
Sleep comes.

Still rather concerned about the fact that although I had been taking anti-depressants for 7 years prior to the first operation, as I am now on fluids only, and have been for 3 weeks, I am unable to take them. Cold turkey can't be good, can it?

GP suggests that maybe I should concentrate on healing after not one but two major abdominal operations, and let the mind sort itself out. Back later on this one...... 

On a happier note, the cystitis now seems to have given up and slunk off behind the garden shed. Stay, you beast, stay!

I anticipate, now that I have done the washing up, a day of dozing, a little bit of knitting, ignoring the fluff building up on all floors, and looking forward to C1 and C2 coming home for a weekend of not much but love, hugs, a bit of fresh air and a play date with my lovely friend B tomorrow. 

Extra bit: C1 and C2 finally arrive home. I am in a state of complete frustration, due to my self-imposed standards of household order. The fluff on the carpet has finally got the better of me. C2 brings the vacuum cleaner downstairs, reluctantly, and they both sit and watch as I lose my plot and do what I and they know I should not be doing.

10 minutes later I am feeling faint, sore, sorry, and embarrassed enough to slope off upstairs for a little lie down. I leave C1 and C2 with raw pizza dough, some random toppings from the fridge, and the instructions to 'sort out your own tea'. My mood is dire.

I immediately fall asleep, and wake half an hour later to crushing guilt. I reach for the bedroom phone, and test out the Int 2 'phone home' option - it rings and rings downstairs, with nobody answering it. I try a few more times, partly congratulating C1 and C2 for not answering the phone if I am not about (which I have instilled in them since they were able to swing on a phone cord), and partly feeling really cross because I want to be able to boss them about from the luxury of my bed. 

Finally, C1 gives in and answers. When she realises it is me, she immediately passes the phone to C2, who prefers not to touch it, in case it impedes his progress on Level 96,995,332 of the idiotic robot internet game. I instruct them to continue with the pizza project, apologize for being a 'silly tart' and threaten to come back downstairs soon for a cuddle and a film. My randomness wins, and the mild feeding frenzy is over. 

My tummy is still sore from the bloody vacuum cleaner, which is now stowed back under the stairs. I am sorry, stitches, it will not happen again. 

Now - where did I put my Vimto?