11. Going up? Or going down?

Monday. Contacts are in, eyes feel ok. I'll reassess in a few hours and see how they are. See...ha! Justin came at around 11am. 230ml. Why isn't it going down! "This is the game that we play" Justin says. Everyone is different. He changes the dresses and isn't very happy with how my skin looks, not where the drain is coming out but it is red under where the dressings had been stuck. "You have that type of skin, the sensitive type". In that area I obviously do. He left and Mither realised that Pither had left for the train but forgotten his tablets, phone and glasses. I think I could drive a short distance to catch him at the train station. Yes, doable but awkward. Good thing it's not my left side as changing gears would be too painful at the moment. Home again, I do my exercises, I pay the piano, I watch the latest season of The Crown. The actress who plays Diana is excellent! Finding it hard to reconcile that Professor Umbridge is Queen Elizabeth. I keep expecting her to do her silly giggle. Eyes doing ok, I'll leave them in until after dinner and go to bed early.

Tuesday. Justin came around noon. 200ml. That's better. There are some gross stingy red bits in the tubing. That's normal Justin says. Clotted blood. The colour is now more pink than red. That is a good sign. Ange and Evie visit. Ange gives me a foot massage and a back/neck massage. Ahhhhhh, some relief from the constant pain of muscles complaining. That's worse than the pain from the operation. Sharon drops by with some flowers and audiobooks on CD. I think Mither has a CD player that plugs into her laptop. They could come in handy when I get back into my crafts again. They are classics like Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights. I like classics. I did think that it was a box of chocolates at first though. Exercises, play the piano, watch more of The Crown. Drive Pither up to the fruit and vege shop at Sutho and then Indian take away for dinner. Eyes still doing ok. My boob is still mottled colours but now muted, more browns and olive greens and concentrated around the incision and nipple area. Like wet leaves that have dried on concrete and leave shadowy patterns. The numbness on the back of my arm is lifting, about halfway up now. Also, under my arm near my armpit I have some feeling coming back. Still numb in other areas closer to the incision. The new feeling is sometimes freezing cold like someone is running an ice cube down my arm, sometimes hot like a flame. Or, someone suddenly sticks their fingers hard into my armpit. That one is rather startling!

Wednesday. Justin came at 9.30am. 100ml. Good news, however he is a couple of hours earlier than yesterday. Still not happy with how my skin is reacting to the dressing. He uses some type of barrier spray hoping it will help. He moved the tube coil to a different spot on my side so it doesn't cause a pressure sore. After lunch I chatted to James for over two hours, been a while since we caught up apart from text messages. Exercises, piano, finished The Crown. That was good, maybe my favourite season. What's next..... Something on Prime. What about Hanna. That sounds interesting. 3 seasons. That will keep me going for a while. Wait a minute, have a missed the latest episode of The Peripheral? That is such a good show. Oh, only 8 episodes in the first season? Maybe they are doing half and then more will come out next year. I hope so. Ok, Hanna it is.

Thursday. Justin arrives at 12.30pm. 160ml. Really? Bloody hell! This drain is DRAINING! Huff, suck it up, nothing you can do about it. It'll be out when it will come out. Quiet day, exercises, piano, watching Hanna. In the evening Mither helped me put on a bra, very carefully, as a trial to see how it might go. Not too bad. I drive to my choir's Christmas concert and Christmas party. I'm sad I can't sing, there is no way I would get my costume on. The choir I am in is a medieval choir and we dress up in full medieval garb when we perform. I love my dress, sapphire blue and gold highlights. I also play my wooden Irish rosewood flute in some songs. It might be sometime before I will be able to play it again. The songs we sing are almost always from the medieval period, lots of Latin, Italian, French, Spanish, Old English and sometimes English. It was interesting being part of the audience. We sound pretty good. A few other people were missing, so balance was slightly lopsided but everyone was having fun. After about an hour and a bit I had had enough and came home. Bra off, that wasn't that comfortable the longer it was on. Was the drain site leaking a bit? Maybe the bra wasn't a good idea. Off to bed. I used to love going to bed and sleeping. Now I have to mentally prepare myself for an uncomfortable night and hope the drain will come out soon.