Day 9: Tuesday 19th March

Morning starts early, as usual - 5am means no more sleep, and I decide to take a shower, and check the keyhole wounds.

Silly idea. Note to self: before peeling off half-sticky old wound dressings, check that there are enough left to replace with new. Ooops. Now have 5 unprotected wound sites with no plasters on. Paper stitches exposed, and no sign of them dropping off yet. To cap it all, all are sore, tight, and feeling somewhat uncomfortable today. 

No icky bits, thank goodness, but still..........

No bloody wonder it is still sore and hurty...

I do have an option to place children's plasters on them - but cannot face the thought of such cartoony nonsense on my belly...

No thank you...

So instead I decide to cut up a couple of spares from Auntie K. Pleasing result...

Keyholes 1 & 2...

Keyholes 3, 4 & 5...

C1 was unkind again before breakfast, partly due, I fear, to raging hormones, partly due to stupid 'practice tests' at school (read: how to wind up a whole year group by making them anxious about meaningless assessments which are not even the real thing), and partly due to the fact that she is still tired and emotional, with a tummy ache that is 'much worse than your stupid tummy' .

At this moment, I lift my pyjama top and flash the glory that is my bruised, lumpy, swollen and stitch-covered abdomen. C1 is not impressed, and after being asked for a hug, throws herself at me in a stroppy kind of 'OK then, here you go' - nearly knocks me over, bumps my stitches, then flounces back to destroy an innocent pancake. Oh God. 

C2 is ploughing his way through his share of the pancakes, ignoring his sister's attempts to draw him into the fracas. 

Paracetamol down to the last 2 - am going to push the boat out and take 2 at lunch time. 

Mrs Cystitis seems to have gone abroad. Excellent. 

My lovely friend Assisi pops over after the morning school run for a cup of tea and a natter. The discussion ranges from annoying kid-habits, new chickens, men who can't tell the truth, and how to ignore washing up. It is so nice to see people - the cabin fever is starting to edge it's way in, so I must be on the road to recovery!

Somebody get me outta here.........

Mind you, due to the aforementioned keyhole wound sites, lack of protection, lack of decent underwear that doesn't rub/chafe/inflame the sites, and the fact that it is bloody chilly out there today, I will sit tight here, with the heating on, in my baggy pyjamas. 

Knitting never felt so essential! 

Update: not a stitch of knitting has been done today - some sleeping, yes.