Today I feel like shit.
Strangely, the pain from my surgery isn't actually that bad. Days are fine, but the nights are horrendous. When I lie down I can't breathe. I went for a chest X-ray this morning and just waiting for results.
As soon as I woke up today I felt like crying. Body image is something I have talked about extensively (mostly over on www.shoestringchic.co.uk) and it's something I felt pretty positive about recently and then this morning it hit my like a ton of bricks. If you've had laparoscopic surgery before you will know that they pump you full of air and so my stomach is hugely swollen, and obviously from the trauma of having two massive cysts removed from my ovaries.
I feel disgusting. I can't wash my hair at the moment because I can't sit in the bath until my wounds have healed a little more, and Tom offered to wash my hair over the sink but I'm in too much pain to get near the sink for him to do that. I am going to be getti the dry shampoo and some extra special skincare routine going on tonight I honk to try and perk myself up
I have gone from tears, to happy, to tears again too many times today.
I am resigining, begrudgingly to the fact that this weekend will be spent in. I was supposed to be on holiday this week and had lots of plans for the weekend.
I'm on my sofa, with lots of YouTube videos and a cat who knows something is wrong and won't stop smuggling up to me.
Hopefully tonight will be better, and if not there is always tomorrow.
Sorry for being a moan, I just had to get this out.