Moving along

It's funny. The pain is receding and so are the blog posts.

I've had no painkillers for almost three days now. Yes, I get twinges for no good reason: yes, my breast is a hotbed of pain if you were to really press it, but on the whole the pain is really in the background now.  In general the breast feels as if it has pins and needles. I still feel the implant inside swishing around, but perhaps I am more used to it now.

Some of the worst pain that needed fighting last week was the shingly, tingly pain at the site of the drain. It spread right across underneath the armpit to get right shoulder blade, right around the back. I thought it couldn't be right, but as the surgeon told me, everything eventually settles down.  Tonight I was surprised when my OH asked me if I was okay, snuggling up to him as I always do, and I realised that unconsciously I had settled with him on my left hand side, which I haven't been able to do for weeks now. And I was able to stay in that position. My left hand ribs still feel very sore indeed and I am not sure of the reason.

My strength is returning in other ways. Where I could only manage to hold a teacup in my left hand, I can now hold significantly more...maybe several plates? Even a full kettle? What I still cannot do is really to push against an object sigh my left arm. It still feels very odd to hold a loaf while I am cutting a slice if bread.

Today I have managed light housework, including ironing, hoovering and cleaning. However I feel very unmotivated out doing anything more creative. I have been presented with pure free time with no responsibilities and yet I'm unable to find the strength to fill it. Part of the problem lies in my depression about my dad's condition. If I hear he's had a bad day, all I want to do us sleep, like a blanket of unconsciousness that I can pull around my head, so I don't feel the pain and the worry.