Oddly, day two after my fibroid embolisation was tougher than day one.
I was in quite a lot of pain and Nurofen wasn’t really cutting it.
Cue a wan Alana who was VERY prone to tears.
It reminded that I’m on my own. Well, there are lots of people around – I’ve had so many lovely offers of help – but there’s no one at home to take care of you.
Oh, it’s not all doom and gloom – my ex has brought the kids to visit me twice and DD took me out for brekkie at Ripples yesterday.
His cousin is visiting from Hong Kong for a few days so he’s been taking her sightseeing and relative visiting. They collected me for some incredibly picturesque poached eggs with a side order of Nurofen.
And my sister made me dinner last night.
But I wake up in the middle of the night – and in the morning – in pain and alone, aside from two fur babies waiting to share the couch with their human …
Freddie better do the right thing and eff of or I will be VERY annoyed.
A big hug to anyone else out there who’s doing it on their own.
I feel your pain.