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My life is still revolving around the sofa. I’d no idea that having an operation would make me feel so tired. I’ve read bits and bobs on recovering from a mastectomy and there is every shade of opinion from people who think that, at two weeks on from the op, I should be leaping around like a young and frisky gazelle to others who reckon I’ll be out for the count for up to six months (six months? bugger off).
Apart from the tiredness all seems to be going well. I am (as yet) untraumatised by the whole thing and while I’m in a bit of pain it’s not horrendous, nothing like having toothache or, as I can bloody well testify, stubbing your toe by walking into the clothes airer with bare feet.
I’m sorry for the extra dull post but I’ve very little to report (aside from the horror that is walking into the clothes airer with bare feet). However, during a period of intensive research (which some people might mistakenly call faffing about on the internet) I found the only source of information anyone will ever need. Click here to find the most useful database* in the universe (click on the dots within the table for pictures/films).
* I hate the word ‘database’ and am a bit ashamed at myself for having used it. I also hate ‘pantyhose’, ‘matrix’ and ‘comfy’.