I’m alive


Rose has just left for the night. I’ve come through the surgery! My lovely visitors have bought beautiful gifts and made me smile far too much for someone with stitches in their face. The pain meds have stopped working very well which probably means my liver has had enough for now but it’s tolerable. I’m full of lines which keep blocking up but a new approach to the needle phobia is keeping things reasonably quiet inside. All in all, I’ve felt better, but I’ve also felt a lot worse.

Buoyed and touched and grateful for all the mad lovely people in my life wishing me well or reaching out to support Rose (who has been AMAZING). Rocking the orange eyebrows and tampon-on-face/world’s weirdest mustache.