Day 7

I honestly thought I would be feeling much better than this by now. This time last week I was sitting on the pre-op ward, waiting, remembering to breathe. Now I’m home, so tired, so uncomfortable. Somehow I had visions of lolling on a chaise longue looking pale & interesting. Maybe with a fan? Certainly looking elegant.

As it is, I’m wandering round carrying a bag full of my own body fluids. I’m wearing the biggest bra IN THE WORLD & still feel like it’s hard to breathe, & I’m struggling to stay awake during the day & then struggling to sleep at night.

I am really looking forward to being able to lie on my side.



About sarahsouthwest

I'm now in my early 50s. I started writing again as a way of exploring the world, and feel that over the last 2 years I have really grown as a writer. By day I work with children and young people with mental health difficulties. I juggle my own two children, my work, my writing practice, generally managing to keep all the balls up in the air.
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