DEAR FAMILY…BITE ME.

On Friday I had my surgery.

I was booked to go in on Tuesday. I waited in the patient lounge, all ready to go for 6 1/2 hours. Then they cancelled me.

So I went in Friday.

Turns out it wasn’t what they thought it was, instead a Granuloma.

Something to do with a wayward suture from my C section 3 1/2 years ago and my body tried to fight the foriegn object but couldn’t, so it formed a cyst. Which formed scare tissue. Then it all got gross and infected. Delightful.

Apparently I was tachycardic when I was under and they had to intubate me,which they had trouble with, so the nurses tell me.

The left side of my throat is swollen as all fuck and I can barely talk.

I am in more pain than when I had Bubs. Then I realised that I was in hospital for a week after having him, on a pethadine pump. And Oxy codiene[or whatever] but I know I was pain free.

Right now it’s Sunday. And I’m pretty much in agony.

I hurt in places I didn’t think the doctors even went near.

And J’s nicked off to the milkbar to buy stupid smokes.

And JMM’s gone to work. For the second time today.

It’s sunday and I hurt and I’m at home looking after Bubs and when the fuck is someone going to look after me?

Not a half arsed attempt.

Really look after me.

Cos right about now, immediate Family, you really suck.

Oh yeah, and thanks for  not giving me a call Mum, you cow.

You suck most of all.

~ by shelly1971 on May 24, 2009.