Fancy that. I've been home a week already! And it's two weeks since the op itself.
Is there any recovery? Well, yes, but it's slight, not a lot to put my finger on. I just feel a little more energetic, a bit stronger, and not quite so uncomfortable (this is my first post sitting up - more like slouching, but never mind - at the PC. I'm sleeping very well. I'm eating very well (but my appetite never faltered throughout!). And fewer instances of absent-mindedness tell me that the anaesthetic must be disappearing from my system.
But I'm still sore along the suture lines, which are tight, and I remain swollen around the surgical site, although my hand mirror is definitely telling me that I'm rather less swollen than I was. So does peeing: it's a strong jet, and often goes straight down now, churning up the water, and only in the shower does it still have an affinity for my left leg - but then who cares, because a few seconds later I wash it off.
So I'd say there's nothing but positive progress to report, albeit modest. May the next two weeks show much more.
Meanwhile I've made my first online grocery order with Tesco - what a doddle. And I've fixed up Fiona's first sevice at 18,000 miles (she's actually done 17, 800 miles, which is near enough). Volvo will come to my home and collect her, do the service and give her a wash, then bring her back. So she gets some exercise while I'm still unable to drive, and she's ready for me when I'm allowed to use her.
And now for the subject of this post. It's something I didn't have time to fit in before the op. I went to Tunbridge Wells on 24 February and afterwards did a post about having to turn down a photo job. I also mentioned that I'd bought another handbag, made by Dubarry. Here it is:
Dubarry are an Irish firm mainly famous for their stylish boots. But they do other bits of country clothing too. All the country clothing and equipment firms do nowadays. Even Purdey the gunmakers will sell you a set of silver-plated drink coasters that look like the percussion end of a shotgun cartridge. A snip at 'only' £345!
Anyway, this bag went into the Nuffield hospital with me, which makes it special, and has been by my bedside ever since, patiently awaiting my first outing around the village, or up onto the Downs in Fiona to get some fresh air and the view. We have bonded. So, as with many of the personal things that I bond with, I have given her a name. I call her Verity.
And I am very much looking forward to taking Verity (and my new vagina) for a walk in the sunshine. A walk that will encompass a sea of bluebells and fields full of spring lambs, and a white windmill, all of which I can enjoy within a mile or two of where I live.
And why Verity? Well, if I say 'Winston Graham' and 'Poldark' and 'Captain Andrew Blamey' those in the know will need no further clue.