Mr P. went out this morning and left me home alone. So I made a break for it ...
I hadn't intended to go out but my surgical drain was ready to be removed and when I phoned my GPs they said the only time the nurse could see me was 9.30am. So I hoofed it up there in a cab, with the plastic tubing and beaker tucked in a tote bag under my t-shirt.
In theory, the drain removal should be straightforward - if uncomfortable. However, after several sturdy yanks on the pipe it became clear that the nurse was not going to be able to get it out of my chest. She wasn't sure if it was kinked or caught, but it wasn't budging.
My options were to get another cab home or a cab to the 'Marsden. So I went to the hospital, where I sat nervously waiting in the clinical assessment unit petrified that I was facing another painful procedure.
Anyway, thankfully I wasn't. It did hurt a little bit but apparently the vacuum seal had not been fully released and that was why it wouldn't come out. So after a cup of tea and a biscuit, to steady my frayed nerves, I set off back home ... on public transport.
Yes, I know that was a bit naughty. But it was so nice to be out and about in the sunshine. I'm still very sore but am so much more mobile without a metre of plastic pipe sticking out of my ribs. It's nice to feel like myself again.
I've also managed to get a bra on and, even allowing for swelling and the need for further inflation, there is already a pretty good balance between the sides with my clothes on.
So all in all, I've got every reason to feel chipper - and Mr P. and I will be receiving visitors from this evening. I'm looking forward to seeing everyone. :-)