So it’s been one day over 2 weeks since I’ve had my operation. It’s been going mostly well, but there have been some less-than-stellar moments.
I had my staples removed the day Bean left for Canada and the scars are healing well. I’m (mostly) off the painkillers and they’re only really tylenol/advil when I do take any. I’m back eating solids – though to be honest, I cheated and started eating them sooner than I should have, but I’ve been really careful. The only really annoying things that linger now are breath toxic enough to be considered a crime against the Geneva convention and a metallic taste in my mouth. Both of which should hopefully go away in time.
It’s been a pretty rough couple of weeks nonetheless. Last week, I had a completely unexpected food allergy reaction after eating a pot of apple compote and wound up at the emergency room at Morges hospital. It’s the first time in over 10 years that I’ve wound up in A&E (since the red lentil curry incident when I was still working at the EBI). It completely and totally freaked me out and I had a full-blown shock/panic attack while I was there. I’d grown complacent about my allergies over the years, and that was a very stark kick in the balls. I’m seeing an allergy specialist at the end of March to get my whole panel updated. There were no real consequences from it, except that I need to not freak myself out about eating, once again.
This week, I caught the random evil cold that’s been running rampant over here and today is the first day I’ve felt a semblance of humanity since Monday. I’m still coughing, but at least the fever and aches are gone. The plans I had about trying to get a bit of work done never had a chance of happening and, honestly, I’m OK with that.
Through all of this, Pavel has been my sofa buddy while we binge-watched 5 seasons of M*A*S*H.