No tweaking except a crop. The colour really looked like this. I really feel like I am 90% better. I guess I thought too soon. This was Saturday October 29th.

9/29 – 2 weeks after the operation and I feel so much better. My boobs are not spurting hot milk all the time, and although I still have ice packs on them, I am not doing the cabbage all the time.

We sort of took over the pool at the Sofitel for the day. Moved all the chairs and the shade, blew up our floaties and camped out for a few hours. The barman agreed to put my spare ice packs in the bar freezer, so I could still swamp them out (stuffed down my swimsuit) to cure the boob inferno.  I didn’t bother with the cabbage for the day, although I am still bleeding and wearing pads.

This may be my favourite gift of all. It’s a coffee cake, you don’t even have to refrigerate it. It comes beautifully presented, and says it will last 2 weeks (no chance of that in our house!) Thanks to Cara Ely for this, Reason number 407 we should have those guys over for dinner!!

9/27 11 days after the operation, Virginia turned up unannounced with enough delicious (gluten free, as she is!) sushi for the three of us 🙂 Hey, I guess I can eat tuna again for a bit! YUM!

9/27: 11 days after the operation  Scott dropped this off at the door and didn’t even bother me by coming in! (Dana told him what my favourite wine was 😉 .)

There are good days and bad days and this was a reminder to me that even on your bad days there can be good food, thanks to having friends. Thank you so much!

I fancy a glass of wine, so I order some from winery. They delivery it to my door within an hour (cheaper than you can buy the individual bottles online). Rewinery – how I love you. You remind me of Kosmos in the first dot com (except you have a business model!)

You have to drink the “green hell” because:a) it is good for you, b) it is delicious (a whole head of parsley, a whole spinach, one lemon, maybe some apple/onion/garlic if you fancy!) and c)- it makes you poo (jesus christ, please. I am not even taking one painkiller a day!). This was 9/26 10 days after the operation. I also made the mistake of walking to work and back (a 2-mile round trip). It totally did me in. We also had ticket to see Amanda Palmer at the Filmore. Although we went, we left before the encore and I woke up bleeding a lot the next day.

Back to juice, the stupid thing is I remember a friend of mine trying to make me a juice when I visited her in New York because they were all into it and I said I didn’t want one. Now I am a believer! (Steve Olson got Trevor into juicing – so funny that one of these woo-woo things came to me through Trevor. He actually called me on the phone to tell me how amazing the juice was and how we should get a juicer. I was wedding dress shopping with a friend. I thought he was high!)

Breakfast one morning (whilst actually working furiously on Zynga stuff) was a weak Pimms cups. Just think of all of those vitamins in the fruit. Yep, still haven’t poo-ed!

Third eye – not improving – oh well, who cares? Maybe this day, or they day after this, the scab falls off. I am taking my bra and top on and off to re-pack the boobies with ice and cabbage that maybe it is the kitchen. (That would be good, I sweep that floor at least 1 – 2 times a day.) Maybe it is in one of the beds, or a yanked it off with a t-shirt and it is in a washing pile, or went down the shower> Or.. eeeewww!!!!

Saturday 9/22, just over a week afterwards.

On the bike, thinking I could be invincible. What a numpty! My boobs are still extremely painful and very hot. It is 90 degrees where we are going, and I thought I might enjoy the ride (!)

We had to stop twice. Once for me to take my jacket lining out and the second time in a parking lot of Vons (or something like that)., Where I stood around in my sports bra sobbing loudly and uncontrollably while Trevor tried to stuff ice cubes down my bandages.

My favourite part of the day is when we got to the house for Trevor to buy the truck and I curled up under their sprinkler with the frozen peas down my t-shirt and their dog kept licking my face. Trevor was playing it off like it was pretty normal. “Yeah, my wife doesn’t feel too well… I forget how hot it is down here…” 🙂

I know anyone reading this thinks I am a weirdo for keeping memories like these, but hey they are our lives. And they really make me laugh!

Pimms cup. Chis facebook-challenged me to make one at the same time as hers. She won, as the picture she posted was outside in the garden. I take mine back to bed