I got home yesterday at around lunchtime. Finally free! It felt good to be out of there.
I'm still sore and moving very slowly, but I'm getting there slowly.

I had some wonderful friends come over and help clean up my house today. Ken's back is too bad to handle anything strenuous at the moment. I think it's had enough of being a single Dad. :-) So I put a post on Facebook and asked for some help. I know my family, if they see the post, will be annoyed they weren't asked, but I've got weeks of recovery to go and will need them too as time goes on.

It was hard to write that post. I'm not one to ask for a lot of help. But I am getting better. Once I had kids I realised I couldn't do it all on my own. I tried not to compare myself to the woman around me who thought they could.  I thought I must be a horrible mother for asking people to help me with the girls. They never did, barely even their husbands got a look in.  Then I started seeing how much they missed out on because they couldn't bare to let someone else in. And their kids had separation anxiety at kinder and school because they weren't used to being with anyone else. I realised it was a win for my children to be able to spend time with others. I have some "me" time and can get what I need to done.
I guess the main thing that slowed me down was the fact that I was letting people in to see how bad my house was!! That's more scary than anything!

I weighed myself this morning. Thought I'd see what's been happening since I went into hospital. Obviously the first number I look at is the second one, because the first noticed the "7". Shit! How did I gain 5 kilos??
Oh, the first number has changed! I'm down to 87.6kg! Holy Fuck!! I know nil by mouth aids weightloss, but the hospital scales said I'd only lost 2kg. I've lost 6.4kg since I went into surgery. That's pretty cool, I guess. I think I'm at a weight I've haven't seen since high school. That's not saying a lot, I've never been a petite girl.

I must admit, I was expecting to only be able to eat small amounts after surgery, but it doesn't seem to be any different to before surgery. Although, I'm still on liquids, we'll see what happens when I get onto mushies. Oh, how I'd love some scrambled eggs!!

Til Next Time,
Ness.