Well here we are in the second week of Operation Recuperation. For those of you who are unaware I have had an operation that removed a “whopping great thing”…in doctor’s terms that is a cyst that from the evidence on the scales weighed between two and three kilos. I am four kilos lighter than when I went to hospital last Tuesday. I also no longer have a right ovary. Apparently, one is more than enough for all the things that ovaries are needed for. Apparently, I also have endometriosis which will require follow up treatment and control. Who knew? Not me? I thought I was pretty normal.

Anyway, here are some things that I have discovered I have been taking for granted:
Sitting down without thinking about it
Standing up without thinking about it
Walking without thinking about it
Getting into bed without thinking about it
Getting out of bed without thinking about it
Bending down to pick things up off the floor. I am becoming adept in using my toes to pick up items of clothing etc.
Eating real food not classified as either “clear” or “free” fluid.
Sleeping in any other position apart from on my back
Lifting anything heavier than a pillow
Wearing clothes that sit on my waist/hips etc
Driving. It is not permitted for a month.

But, I hear you cry there must be some good things about having four weeks off work. Sure. I can now wear dresses without looking like I am pregnant. My stomach is flatter than it has been in years. Every morning my mother or father brings me a cup of tea and piece of toast in bed (I am staying with them for the moment). I get full control of the television. People bring me food when I ask for it. I don’t have to eat at the table. I get first dibs on the recliner chair. I got lots of flowers, cards, chocolates, texts and visitors. And as we speak my mother is out buying me some new clothes.

For let the word ring out…there is no occasion that does not require new clothes. Ever.