When I walked out of the recovery room last week, the nurse said, “You certainly don’t look like you’ve just had a general anaesthetic!” The next day I was merely slightly groggy, and the day after I felt a bit better, and so I expected to be up and running by Monday. Then, on Tuesday, I was in a lot of pain.
So I read up about the operation, and armed with good information found out why days 4/5 are often the worst, and that it would take up to two weeks to be fully recovered. It has been a slower process than I thought, and I haven’t been doing much at all for a week, apart from slowly working my way through Kissinger’s new book.
Yesterday I took a walk down the Prom, and saw how the new development at Harbour Green was progressing.