2. It is in fact possible to get bored of Netflix. In the past two weeks I have made my way through the best offerings from both Netflix and Now TV’s catalogues, as well as a hell of a lot from BBC iPlayer and 4OD. I feel like a pop culture goddess, I’m up to date on all the hit shows (well a few of them…) and I’m actually starting to get sick of the sight of “Next episode in 5, 4, 3…”.
3. There will come a time when you yearn for proper food. Pigging out on biscuits, crisps, cakes and chocolate all day is pretty fun at first, but the novelty soon wears off. I never thought I’d see the day where I actually craved fruit. Ugh. I’m also craving pizza though, so I know I haven’t changed that much.
4. Staying in bed all day is all fun and games when you’re avoiding your responsibilities, but when it’s literally all you can do then it is the most boring task on the planet. Cabin fever is a real thing people, and it is not helped by gazing wistfully out of the window all day.
5. No matter how many bottles of antibacterial hand sanitiser you make your way through you’ll still probably pick up an infection. It’s soul destroying adding another ailment to the ridiculously long list, but it’s also pretty common for this type of surgery.
6. You know how food serving suggestions are usually just silly guidelines? Yeah, I’m going to eat that full family size six cheese pizza by myself thank you very much. Well, recovery times are kind of like that too. What works for one person might not work for another, and even if you’ve had the same procedure before your recovery can be an entirely different kettle of fish the second time around.
7. If you pride yourself on your ability to do more than three sit ups without giving up and tucking in to a bowl of ice cream, then you’re in for a shock. Since my surgery my stamina has plummeted, and in the first few days I found it exhausting just to send a text. I’m slowly building my strength back up, but I still find it difficult to hold a heavy cup of tea for too long. Yeah, I’m pretty weak.
8. Nurses are incredible creatures who put up with the most awful things in order to help other people. If it hadn’t been for some really lovely nurses both in the hospital and at my doctor’s surgery I don’t know where I’d be. Sure, a particularly gruesome appointment involving forceps and some rather stingy antiseptic may have scarred me for life, but there is no denying that they are absolute saints. Shout out to them for putting up with my squeamishness and giving me extra chocolate biscuits when I needed them most.
9. Surgery and the recovery can take it’s toll on your mental health. It’s lonely, debilitating and all round upsetting to struggle with usually simple tasks, but you need to learn to look after yourself. Making the most of your rest time to read those books you’ve been meaning to pick up for months, eat all the unhealthy food with slightly less guilt and waste your days in a pillow fort works wonders. Self care all the way.
10. Times like these really help to highlight the people who really care, and the people who maybe aren’t quite worth your time. I realised that I have the most incredible support network in the form of my family. boyfriend, friends and other bloggers who I now call friends. I honestly don’t know where I’d be without them keeping my spirits up and helping me out. They mean the world to me, and I’m forever grateful.