Just wanted to say that I officially feel like crap.
Think the adrenalin's worn off and I am now proper bored of lying around and having a distended stomach which gives me the same physique as my father! He argues that he rather enjoyed getting his very large tum as it was crafted from years of beer and food. Mine is simply crafted out of hurty stuff.
Hardly slept at all and kept having really weird half dreamy half hallucinatory dream type things where I was convinced I was awake but was actually dreaming. All very odd and guess it's the drugs.
Have got a lady coming today to try my wedding dress on too to see if it's the right one for her. I really do hope it is as she seems such a nice girl. I've got about three other equally lovely ladies also waiting in the wings to try it on if it doesn't fit her so I've got some quite nice things to look forward to.
Am still in a lot of pain today and my tummy kills me if I laugh, sneeze, cough or try and take a really deep breath so guess the gym's out of the question for a while! Just out of interest though, I know a lot of "medics" read this blog so if they could let me know when would be sensible to start exercising again and when I'd be allowed back in the gym I'd be really grateful. My mum did say yesterday though that she'd "bloody slap me if she finds me anywhere near that rowing machine!"
I've also got some work colleagues coming round today to sort out some stuff for going back to school next week. i was meant to be meeting them at work but as I still can't even get in my car (let alone drive it) I'm going to have to have them here instead. I'm actually a bit worried about whether I'll be fit enough to be running a school and teaching a class in less than 5 days - maybe my medic readers can fill me in on that bit too...
Anyway, just wanted to have a tiny little winge and feel an incey wincey bit sorry for myself. Right, socks firmly pulled back up now, words had with myself and so it's onwards and upwards with another day of impersonating Humpty Dumpty.
P.S and another thing... How weird is daytime TV? Watched a programme yesterday where Ben Fogle was involved in electronically w*nking a rhino for a zoo IVF programme. The mind boggles.