Day Five: I go for the gold!

Or rather, I actually go from 9am-9pm in between injections for the pain. And a good thing too...I can barely sit down anymore because my bum is so bruised (how does one little needle cause such torture?) Mind you, from 6pm on, I waited for my next needle with all of the intensity of a heroin addict waiting for his next fix. I gave up trying to swallow altogether, and my EARS!!! But I made it, and felt very accomplished for it.

Today they brought the usual mushy soy crap for breakfast, and I just couldn't do it. I couldn't swallow one more bite of horrid beige food supplement. I REEK of soy. It's the most unpleasent smell.

So when Nursetoine arrived, I BEGGED him to turn around and go home and make me some baby food. (boiled then blended potatoes and carrots, with just a touch of butter). And bless him, he actually did it.

I never thought that boiled, mushed carrots would ever bring me so much joy!

I spoke for the first time when one of the nurses asked me the age-old question, "where are you from?". It was only a one-word-croaked answer, (Canada) but still I feel slightly improved from day 4. This is the FIRST time since my operation that I can honestly say I feel better then the previous day.

I still have a LONG way to go. I still need to plug my nose and ears to swallow half the time. My throat and ears are still agony. I can't eat anything solid. I can't sleep for more then three hours at a time. I can't produce a full sentence.

BUT

At least it can only keep going up! (unless I lose too much scab at once, cause massive bleeding in my throat, and end up back in the ER) YAY!!