A Kick Up The Backside

I woke up this morning feeling a little better emotionally. As I lay in bed I decided that I would give myself a swift kick up the backside....pity party over...get on with it girl.   So I made a plan for the day. After breakfast I was going to have a shower, get dressed into some clothes and try to put a little bit of make-up on to make myself feel better. I was not going to return to bed at all today and I wasn't going to laze around watching tv either; instead I was going to walk unaided down to the lounge and do some crossword puzzles.
I seemed to have a morning of interruptions with my dressing across my stomach becoming loose in the shower. The plastic surgeon had to be called in as he doesn't like anybody but himself to touch his dressings. He is a perfectionist, which is what you want when you are having plastic surgery.  The last thing you need is a surgeon slapping you back together and saying "that will do".  He took off the dressings and I saw my new tummy button for the first time. Because he had to stretch the skin down, he had to cut a round hole so my tummy button could show through. He then attached the skin by stitching around the tummy button. He then told me that he was quite concerned during surgery because the skin started to turn blue around the tummy button, which meant there was no circulation and the skin was starting to die but he said that it took on the new blood supply eventually so all is well.
Next event for the day was physio. Today I was going to walk up and down a flight of stairs for the first time. Mission accomplished.  I had successfully managed to get some make-up on my face by lunch time.  When they brought around my lunch of chicken pate, salad, cheese and crackers and leek and potato soup I just looked at it and felt nauseas and had an upset tummy. I didn't quite know what was wrong with me. I had asked Darren to bring in KFC for my tea that night too. As much as the meals are beautiful I just felt like some junk food.
I managed to go down to the lounge for an hour and do some crosswords but as the afternoon wore on I felt more sick so ended up going back to my room and laying down for a while. The nurse suspected that it was now the ibuprofen upsetting my tummy, so  she decided to stop giving it to me. Now I was just down to panadol. Darren turned up with the KFC the same time as the dinners were served. Just one whiff of the meal made feel queasy again but as I watched him scoffing his KFC, my mouth began to water.  I managed to eat a piece of chicken and some chips.  It was the best KFC I'd tasted in a long time. The nurse was disgusted!!!!
That evening I went to bed and watched the Sunday night movie, laughing until my stitches were fit to bust.  Tomorrow I was going home.