Got up after the restless night and was weighed WTF!!! 104.4 kgs!! Knew I was fat and swollen but come on!!! Had breakfast, ate one slice of toast, half a cuppa and an orange juice...
Sat in my chair reading my book when BAM!! I shit myself - Bugger! Why couldn't the numerous laxatives have waited until I was in the lav... No warning came... Gently stood up and went to the lav, what a mess I'm in, all over my trousers, sat on the toilet and it came again and wouldn't stop...
It came for ages or at least seemed like it. Tried to clean as much out of my PJ bottoms as possible then began the herculean task of cleaning myself. Not easy with a tight wound in the middle of your chest and a tight wound on your arm.
Did as best a job as I could and told Katherine (nurse) that I'd had a bowel movement but needed clean PJ bottoms and my chair cleaning. She sorted it for me, with minimal fuss. Five mins later I was sat on the throne once again getting rid of another torrent...
Decided against a shower and went for a strip wash, was still feeling off, bloated and swollen. Maggie (nurse) came to do it. She started by taking the dressings off my wounds, first time I'd seen them without the dressings. LONG!! She started to wash and dry me...
When it came to the "middle bit" I washed the front and she washed the back. Apparently it was still a mess. Once dried and teeth brushed with clean PJ's on I was off to the toilet again - like that was a surprise with the amount of laxative I'd taken the last day or so...
Every hour, on the hour I was sat down on the lav and every hour on the half hour I was there stood up..! So, had a bit more to eat for dinner and got it all down, then I was up again and off to the lav...
Had been told I needed to do more walking so in between the numerous trips to the throne I was walking up and down the corridors...
Settled down on the bed after dinner and noticed my belly wasn't as swollen as it had been, and nor were my hands!
Then Jenny turns up and off we go for a long walk (ok, only to Chesterman 3 and the Ward front door), she was impressed considering how little we'd walked on Wednesday, she said she might do the "Stairs Test" tomorrow - can't go home without passing the "Stairs Test"...
On the bed, pick up my book, then off the bed again. Yup toilet time again...
Jon, opposite my bed, chuckling, he KNEW what was going to happen when the laxatives kicked in!!! He'd already been through that stage!
And that was my Friday, walking and constant trips to the toilet!!
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