So I slept well again.
I changed the plaster dressing. All looking good. No redness, swelling, soreness. Better change this pic, it shows up as headline.
Had a letter for a follow up appointment on 25th January at RGH.
Later on had a phone call to say the results wouldn't be back by then. Moved to 1st February. Carole (breast nurse) asked how it was , I told her I'd changed the plaster. Apparently I wasn't supposed to. It had to stay on for 2 weeks. However not to worry. I told her that I'd been given other dressings. Could have sworn I was told I could change it after 4 days? Why give me new dressings?
I won't feel too bad though, less than 24hrs since general anesthetic and being discharged. Your head is all foggy anyway. From the start you are inundated with paperwork. Booklets, photocopied sheets. I had two lots at the Cardiff Office. All sorts of contact numbers. Info and numbers at Nevill Hall Nuclear. Info and numbers off the Physio at Ystrad. Info and numbers off the staff at Ystrad.
I've been telephoned by people from Cardiff, Abergavenny, Ystrad, RGH.
There's no continuity or flow. Different places, numbers, people.
This isn't a complaint. They're all lovely, competent etc. it's very confusing and overwhelming though. If the shit hit the fan who would I contact? Not a bloody clue. I'll go through and make a list of people. It must make their jobs harder too.
It's no good giving me verbal advice, instructions at the best of times. Let alone at an appointment or after surgery when my head is fucked anyway.
I'm feeling decidly grumpy, I'm stuck in, can't do much. I want to do something or go somewhere. I took Horny Goat Weed, it stops me wanting to kill. It looks like it may not be appropriate though as it can make estrogen?
I don't want to have this rage inside me all the time. WTAF do I do?
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