Keep Calm and Carry On

Ugh. I do not feel good.

It feels like someone has cut into my stomach, played around with my guts for a little bit, then sewn me up again...

Oh wait. That happened yesterday.

And you know how I was really worried that something would go wrong? Well, it seems I'd forgotten about all the misery and pain caused by everything going right. Silly me.

So I'm sitting here, guzzling ultra-strong painkillers like sweets and marvelling at the five inch long cut on my lower abdomen. Small incision, my hairy arse. It has metal clips at either end. I've decided I only like metal in me if I make the decision to have it done...

Still, if I ever need a caesarian, at least I already have an entrance scar!

What an appalling thought.