They got the cyst and a few other things as well that shouldn’t have been there or couldn’t be saved, but the main thing was it was benign even it was something of a monster.I actually have a photo but on account of it being rather gross – it’s one thing to talk about it but quite another to inflict it on people – I’ve declined to upload it. But if anyone is super keen I can mail it : )
The other one arrived bearing parcels and friends came with flowers, which were lovely, and I felt justifiably ill which was good. I’d moved on from liquids to soft diet that unfortunately didn’t include chocolate so I just stared at what I had. I was hoping that the hospital stay might result in the loss of a couple of pounds – and what with the cyst gone too, I might even have gone down a dress size.
I had an injection that evening to help relieve the pain as it was still sore but next morning, I felt better, which was a good job as they were preparing to kick me out. The day before I hadn’t been sure if I felt ready to go, but now I did. The stay had been fine, the hospital was clean, the staff well trained and efficient if not all of them super friendly, the food (what I’d had of it) decent and the surgery seemed all good too. I’m glad I had it done in Seychelles, but then it came to discharge.
They changed my dressing, totally confused me with advice as to whether I could shower/when I could take the dressing off, told me when I could sweep/mop, swim, drive and have sex again but didn’t tell me how to look after the wound, what my body may do or feel like during the healing process,what side effects I might have ,or any exercises for strength that I might do. They also gave me a sick note and appointment for check up – in mid april.
Let’s hope that I’m ok until then.