Fathers Day...awesome

What a weekend. Spring arrived with some stunning weather and the full Moon nights provided plenty of spectacular sights not to mention enough light to wander around the house with the lights off.

It makes such a difference having sunshine and some warmth. My weekend was very quiet, at the vineyard trying to work out where my body is at in repairing itself and what I can eat.

Fired up the wood oven for the first time in months and we had a really nice family lunch with the girls. The toughest thing was having so much lovely food, and wine, and I can only have a tiny serve, and no wine (at this stage)! Gen made a Bannana Caramel pie which was sooooooo nice, and yes, I did have some of that.

Quiet family time, the perfect fathers day for me.

As promised by those in the know, my weight is dropping. Down to 68.3 kg. I have lost a lot of my muscle but hope to force feed myself to limit how thin I do end up. This is easier said than done. I have now experienced a number of events which last around 20 minutes and are worse than a big night out thanks to the acid and, well let's just say it is not pretty and I did remind Sylv of our wedding vowels "through Sickness and Health, for Better for Worse"! 

I had a great chat with Keith and Jenny Treloar about Keith's operation and recovery. Keith had exactly this op 3 years ago, and although I had chatted in the early stages, this was a different conversation, it was about post operative recovery.

One gem was that he couldn't lie on his left hand side, but could on his right. I have had so little success sleeping and I have had to stick to sleeping sitting up on my back. I thought I had a massive breakthrough last week when I got comfortable on my side, and within a few minutes spend the best part of an hour bringing all this stuff up. So it is trial and error but when we get it wrong, it is just a shocker. 

So when I get the nerve, and as the wounds settle down, I will have a go on my right hand side. That is the side that the lung was collapsed. I assume my stomach sits on the right hand side which would explain this. I am seeing the Prof on Tuesday night and this has gone on my list of questions.

On Tuesday hopefully I loose the feeding tube. This feeding tube was used to feed me in the first week in hospital and is a small hose stitched into my small intestine. At the moment it is simply curled up and bandaged onto my tummy area. This is one of the bandages that has to be dresses every few days. Looks pretty gross but hasn't been too much of a drama, unlike the chest drains which were huge. 

Assuming that comes out Tuesday, that leaves me with no hoses, and hopefully the drainage wounds will have closed by then as well. At some point I would love to have a spa to see if that helps the shoulder and chest pain. No spa's until all the holes are sealed obviously!!

I have been doing a decent walk each day. Overall I am confident we are moving forward. Sleep, or lack of it, has been one of the most frustrating features of my journey. Slowly but surely the time between getting up at night is extending, and the aches and pains seem to gradually be less severe. 

This week Gen heads off OS on a trip Sylv and I were meant to be doing, Suz has her birthday Tuesday, and already it seems a busy week. My week will be taken just a day at a time....

I hope all fathers had a great weekend. Well done Power, a good game at last, and as for the Crows, what can I say...since you are in the main game, win the damn Cup.