Hmm, it seems my 'pottering about yesterday in celebration of the back feeling somewhat better' was a touch premature: been bloody sore again all day Sat as maybe I overdid it on Friday. It's still better than it was a week ago, but aching and sore and I went back on the sub-lingual painkillers to see me through the day, poo.
Did have two highlights though – made it down to our home hockey pitch at Tiffins to watch my team play. Shame we lost 0-3 to a rather arsey team, but was good to get some (very!) fresh air and see the girls, first time since SCT. And at least a woolly hat over the old head doesn't look out of place when on the pitch sideline in the chilly wind.
And then last night Mr H and I popped up to Wimbledon Village and I finally reacquainted myself with a cocktail, or four. It's been 45 days since I went in for transplant and I've just not fancied booze at all. Even Fri night when he and Nurse were pouring large G&Ts I was still 'hmm, naaah' and was on a large glass of squash, so was very pleased and relieved to discover in Hemingways last night, that I'd not fully lost my cocktail drinking touch.
One more step nearer normality, and I even managed to put on a pair of (much baggies, since all the hospital shenanigans) pair of jeans, and some lipstick – get me.
Though until my bleddy back also returns to the fold, life remains a bit tentative and sore. But still damn good to actually get out for the first night outside the house (apart from at the cottage) in a very long time. More cocktails perhaps needed to loosen the back fully and mend it? Now that's a Parkside prescription I would look forward to X