So long Larry...

I'm back!

Hey all, just a little one today to let you all know that I am now Larry-free. I'm very tired and sore so not sure this post will be all that entertaining (sorry about that) but I just wanted to update you all. I came home Tuesday morning and have been resting and inhaling pain relief since then, but today seems to be a much better day - so fingers crossed!

Also *unflattering photo alert* - here's the evolution of my hospital journey. Ready? Here it is:

To summarise, from top left is my admission and then just changed into my gown. From bottom left is me just out of surgery (I know right? Who takes a selfie just out of surgery? Apparently doped up me does!) and then the first night post op. I promise you I look a lot better than that now. Well, a lot is somewhat stretching it - I look a little better.

Anyway I've decided that I'm going to take each positive as it comes. Here's my list so far:

1. Larry has gone. This is the most important one!

2. Yesterday I successfully washed my hair - it took about 10 hours and 100 swear words but hey, I did it.

3. I'm having to wear my sports bra to support my holey boob so in my head that means that every time I walk anywhere around the house I'm technically exercising. Right? Right.

4. I'm allowed to wear my slobby clothes all day and nobody is allowed to say anything about it.

So yeah, that's my list so far. I'm sure I'll be adding to it as the days go on but it's enough for now. A huge thank you for all your support, me and my sore boob thank you enormously. Plus a big shout-out to possibly the world's best fiance Warren, who has become my personal slave - I've not even heard so much as a tut when I ask him to do a task for me. I wonder how long I'll get away with that for? 2 years? I hope so!

Next for me is my appointment on Wednesday when I will find out whether or not Larry managed to party with my lymph nodes (and therefore possibly other places in my body). Let's hope not, although maybe he did because he was a massive prick, wasn't he? I'm glad he's gone. Tosser.

Love, Meg xx

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