18. Post operation 2

After the operation, back in my hospital room, despite the morphine, I'm reminded of the pain that seems to emanate deep in my bones and muscles. I feel very tired and slightly depressed at the thought of the broken nights of sleep to follow and the queasy stomach from taking painkillers every few hours. A knock on the door and my son's bright-eyed face appears with its customary cheeky grin. Husband and mum follow in to the room with worried looking faces. My resolve returns and I make an effort to look perky. That wasn't so bad I say ruefully. Giles checks in on me – I may have more bruising, he says, as it was tricky inserting the implant. He advises that I spend an extra night in the hospital to ensure that sufficient fluid has drained. It’s quieter this time, but I still don’t get much sleep.