Hmm.

What can I say about surgery other than I remember nothing. And couldn't wake up properly for hours on end afterwards. And was apparently telling everyone I loved them. Which is unusual for me.

Now I'm back to telling everyone I hate them (just kidding!), especially with how I wasn't given painkillers on being discharged. So I went for more than 24 hours without sweet, sweet drugs. Oddly enough, that was nowhere near as painful as the whole gallbladder attack kind of thing. But I like the painkiller thing now I've got it.

Had to go back to the hospital to get everything sorted out, which didn't take too long and they had Brainiac on telly. Richard Hammond... Mmm!

Now I can't eat much for the next three or so months, am only allowed to introduce tiny bits of fat into my diet a little at a time, no chocolate, no biscuits, no nothing decadant. I'm going to take a spare suitcase to Germany just for yummy things, I think.

Thanks to everyone who sent messages and so on to me over the weekend :D And the nurses and doctors were all lovely, which was great. The cuts aren't that painful and you may be surprised, but I'm not posting photos *lol* I know, bit of a difference... But surgery photos are bound to be gross!