Up, Downs and Wounds-a-Daisy!

You will no doubt have seen Amanda is suffering from ups and downs, as anyone would expect.  The pain is the number one factor, with the reliance on me to help being number two, the breastless area comes in at number two aswell I reckon.  Amanda was in a great mood Tuesday, until she actually got out of bed (not sleeping, doing stuff, typing, reading, researching etc), and went to find something to wear, she realised her wardrobe was not awash with mono-boob attire, even the simplest of clothing wouldn't sit how she wanted it too, they were either too low at the neck, or.... something else...
something that women know about, I'm not too sure, you only have to look at the way I dress.  I'm all about comfort!  Ha ha!  Anyway,  Amanda found this upsetting and frustrating.  She gets over these things pretty quickly though, and I had her giggling again shortly afterwards.

We went to the nurse yesterday, to have the dressing changed.  I rifled through the 'help yourself' tea & biscuits, shortly after Amanda had said, 'what are you doing in here?'.  I know when I'm not wanted!  This was an opportunity for Amanda to take a peak at the surgeons handy work, but she was still not ready.  She went a little light headed and whoosie witnessing the edge of his stitch work, I fear the full wound in it's stitched entirety would have been too much for her to handle in one go....  She will do it in her own time, when she's good and ready...

Only an hour ago, I received a message from upstairs saying, 'I've looked'..... Oh dear, how would she be I thought?  Can I come up for a peek?  Yes.  I pounded my way up the stairs, two at a time, with a final jump to clear the final 3.  I think this type of dynamic movement helps keep my muscles and joints in good shape, until that is, one day I misjudge the final leap, and end up launching myself into a back flip from the top of the stairs!  To be honest though, there is usually ample footwear discarded at the bottom of our stairs to break the worst of tumbles!.  Amanda was sitting there on the bed, she had removed the dressing, and there it was, 'the wound', visible under the steri-strip covering.  She was right, it wasn't bad at all.  Dehalvi had proved himself to be very handy with a needle after all, crap with the sledge hammer, looking at the bruising, but with a needle he was very handy indeed!  There was a little undulation, which didn't please Amanda.  Basically it's not flat, it's not flush to her chest, but it looked absolutely fine.  As she said in an email to her sister, Jane, 'I looked at my wound for the first time this morning.  It made my head spin a little, and is rather yukky, but I have to say it is nowhere near as gruesome as I'd imagined. Don't get me wrong its is far from a pretty site, but it can only improve, and I didnt faint or vomit on first peek which is a God send.'  That in itself was testament to, ahem, ' Dredge's ' handy work...

We are going to see if Amanda can get her results early so we can arrange a trip back to our birth home, the Isle of Man, next week.  I've already had a fallout with Flybe about rearranging a flight I'd already had booked for next Tuesday, but with Amanda's results being discussed next Wednesday, I wanted to be here.
If we can get them on Monday (it was going to be Wednesday to suit Dehalvi's diary, but his brother is ill, and he's going to be in Dubai) we could both go back to the IOM for a few days..... otherwise we will just sack the flight off, and possibly grab the ferry the week after.....

Thanks again for all the advice, suggestions and well wishes that keep coming in.

You are all very special....really special (I didn't have my tongue stuck between my bottom lip and bottom teeth then either), you are all very caring people.  Or are at least really good at pretending to be, like I do!  I'm evil to the core!!!!  Ha ha!  Take care x
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