The trousers I am wearing are Mums and because I’m so swollen even they barely fit haha! I’ve had to order some going out trousers for when we go to the pub and I just won’t be able to wear a bra because none here fit me and I think a 40inch would be too small! Can you believe that?! Hahah. It’s quite funny really. Sadly though, that means I can’t wear any of my awesome clothes, but who knows what will happen with the swelling in the future.
I also had Mum take a picture of the day time side of my London sheets:
Oh just look how much hair I have. We’re trying to find a hair dresser who will come here to tidy it up for me. We’ve rung one person who hasn’t rung up back yet so not really much luck so far.
I’ve got new sheets for my bed as well now because regular sheets just fall off and get all wrinkled and it’s been a nightmare, but Mum found a special website that actually makes sheets to fit hospital beds and it’s working very well. Winner winner chicken dinner.
As you can see from my first picture, I went to the living room on my wheelchair again, I managed 45 minutes-ish but my legs were hurting too much really. We’ll have to make sure we rub lots of cream into them before my pub lunch trip. I’m feeling optimistic about it even though I had a knock in my confidence when I fell over. Pub lunch here I comeeeee.
Remember the kittens who our friends found under the hedge? I showed you Denise so of course you must remember, well they’re being picked up by the Cats Protection people on Thursday 😦 So no more kitten visits for me.
I’ve found that I don’t like sleeping in the day, I still sleep but when I wake up I’m always all confused and I have strong hallucinations. Earlier I thought Mum had come in and asked me for a drink even though she had gone out. Very confusing. It’ll be all the Diamorphine. Mental.