Day 3:

So I wake up, well I don't actually as I haven't actually been asleep so I am grey round the gills as the expression goes and fairly exhausted but it is morning and I feel quite positive, the nurse over night has been a little too in my face, Florence Nightingaley and so I am relieved when she is gone and Catherine my new best friend has returned, she wants me to take my time but thinks I'm well up for going home today.

I had order porridge and prunes again this morning and toast, well I had high hopes that I would be starving by now and that I would gobble the whole lot down, but when it arrived, I did gobble the porridge down and managed 4 prunes and I had a normal cup of tea so all in all a good start.

Mum sends me a random text asking if I'd managed to cart yet????? I realised she meant fart but thought her phone must have auto corrected so I giggled away to myself. (As it happens it was my phone that had auto corrected that one when I emailed her in the night and I meant to put fart but it changed it to cart, so she must have thought it funny that I couldn't manage any carting yet, indeed not very appropriate for someone who has just undergone a major operations on ones tummy!) To add to that my dad later asked me if I had managed to do any carting yet....oh yes very funny mum and dad.

So one thing you need to know, after surgery on ones tummy/abdomen it is difficult to fart and have a number 2, which I still have not managed.

Mike sends me a text asking when should he come over to get me, I don't know yet so tell him to just come on over when he is ready. I know I'm better because the nurses aren't taking any real notice of me now and when Catherine sees me walking of my own free will up and down the corridors desparately trying to escape she knows its time for me to be released. So she prepares my papers. Its still another couple of hours before I do leave and paperwork is boring, the photocopier they have at the Nuffield must be an ancient model as she went off to get a copy of my discharge letter and didn't return for at least an hour, she is no longer my best friend but I still like her and we may be pen pals.

So we all say our good byes and I'm off home, it is Sunday and all of the kids including Kristina's boyfriend are at home so I have to be honest I'm a little apprehensive; but home we get and (oh yeah it's also Fathers Day, but hey ho, he can get a nice one next year) the kids have done a lovely welcome home card and flowers and sweets, and not forgetting Mike he has cards and sweets too so we both did well. House was lovely and tidy and someone had even tidied the bathrooms, yes I know that is a miracle.

For some reason practically everyone decides to pile into the living room, so I'm crouded with everyone and decide this must be because they all love me (I will stick to that and not that it was because the old classic "Friends" was on the telly which they're all really laughing at)

I get a cuppa and my lovely friend Emma pops in with flowers and a card and the grown up kids get on with dinner, yummy that was a lovely dinner and the first real food I have enjoyed for days, well done Kristina and Rose-Anna.

I'm a little irritated this afternoon and want to be by myself or at least everyone needs to bugger off for a bit, I'm tired you know....so I sleep on the sofa for a bit. By the way in case you're wondering I am managing to cart now so gas coming out both ways but still no number 2 ( you don't have to read it, its your choice; anyway carting is a natural human bodily function and contrary to popular belief, yes girls do it too but they do smell of roses.....).

While I was away, Mike went and bought me some Manuka honey, this apparently has very good healing properties and I am determinded to be positive so am hoping this will help me on the road to recovery.

Early night and I decide I will try sleeping in my own bed....silly me and sorry Mike BAD NIGHT.