Selfies

So..as someone who doesn't particularly enjoy attention I am suddenly the selfie queen. A friend, (an old acquaintance who is now a breast cancer surviving friend) said she posted a photo diary on Facebook, to make it an ally. In her words it stops the whole 'how are yous' and the cancer chat, just lets people keep tabs without too much hassle. So today was day 4. This wasn't exactly the picture I posted. This one is a little more me.. The 'why me' face. The 'I never did anything to deserve this' face...

I have a lovely seroma developing, gradually filling my empty space. I called the ward...no reply, I called the district nurse and she got the doctor to call me back who asked to see me..we then tried to call the ward together. No reply. So someone on clinic reception informs her no clinic today, that this happens all the time, to come along on Tuesday at 2pm. Kind of hoping it's resolved by then. I have now got a close relationship with a hot water bottle which sounds exactly like my empty boob when I turn over..glubglubglub.

Ended up being a good afternoon, lunch with my patient taxi driving mum. Bit the bullet and confessed I hate the napkins she bought for the wedding. Lovely walk around the hill with a neighbour and her two jackies, visit with flowers from another neighbour and her baby granddaughter who had just heard...then a quick visit into work to say goodbye to my favourite vet who has been headhunted. Admittedly she is coming back next week to locum( long story) but I probably won't work with her again. Unless she does a massive u turn..can live in hope.

Then dinner with my Giles. Gin and tonic, large sauvignon and a delicious veggie burger. Ok I am in bed with a hot water bottle before nine..but all is so much better than my face would suggest...