Day 4, Monday 8th March

Isn't my brother just handy dandy? He left me afew notes, tracking my recovery progress!
So here's what it says..

"Getting better, emotionally unstable."

I was not emotionally unstable! Not yet anyway. I did cry alot though, not because of pain or of being homesick, crying was the only thing that could make me feel better. When nurses helped me to sit up or even to lie me back down to bed I would burst out crying, yeah sounds a little over dramatic I agree. But at the time, crying made my nausea going away, and that was my worst problem. Feeling nauseous everyday, with your tummy constantly bloated and feeling rock hard, it makes you feel a little down. By this stage I think my 2 iv lines were now reduced to one. They left a needle like thing in my arm untill the day before I was discharged, just incase there was an emergency and I needed fast working pain killers or something.
My morphine drip came out around this 4th day too I think, so I was slowly being put onto meds taken through the mouth.. I hated it. The transistion of moving from everything put in through iv lines, to taking the painkillers orally was probably one of the worst experiences.. but I hardly remember it now YAY! Morphine and brufen were always the easy tablets, nice and small. Panadol was my worst enemy. Still kinda is, but only a little bit ;)