I get a phone call from Cyril first thing. He sounds very relieved to hear that I am OK and that I can actually speak - we had equipped ourselves with a whiteboard in case I couldn't! However, seconds after I start speaking to him I experience my last and worst bout of nausea. Unfortunately the nurse and I were unprepared for it and a change of bedding and gown follows!
I spend almost the entire day sleeping but in the waking periods I get a number of visitors:
- Mr Sneddon, my fantastic surgeon, comes to see me first thing...says how well the op went and is very pleased with how little swelling and bruising there appears to be. The op had only taken two hours - I was told to expect 4!! Given that my temperature is high, he decides to err on the side of caution and prescribes anti-biotics to ensure I don't get an infection in the wounds. I'm glad that he's cautious - I don't want to have to repeat the surgery to remove the plates that are now holding parts of my jaw together!
- Charlotte, my colleague and friend comes around 1.30pm, laden with wonderful light-weight reading material. It's lovely to see her and hear a bit of the gossip from work and her life, but I can only stay awake for a portion of her visit. She witnesses the adminstration of my drugs - anti-emetics, anti-inflammatories, pain-relievers and anti-biotics, quite a cocktail. She goes off to get herself a cup of tea and I drift off to sleep. I awake to find her gone and a note left to say goodbye
- Cyril, my partner, comes to see me in the evening. It is so lovely to see him, but I can barely keep my eyes open. Poor love, he's battled through the traffic for best part of two hours and then has about 20 mins with me. He's really pleased with how I look. I obviously set his expectations pretty low...but I figure it's always better that way.
I get a number of lovely texts from people who have been contacted by Cyril. Thanks to everyone for your good wishes and thoughts!
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