Time for a little update folks.
This afternoon i have an appointment with the specialist who stitched up my face. In Batman, the doc says to the Joker something in the line of "this is the best i could do with the available instruments", and that sentence was running through my head every time i looked into the mirror. But now 3 weeks have passed since the stitches were removed and it looks like the scars are not that bad. In comparison to pre-operation, things have improved.
I'm still very much tired. The quick succession of operations sure took its toll (again) but at least i'm walking and talking, and a little soldering too. 2 hours of activity mostly, then i need another laydown.
The excessive, insane, scandalous, and heartwarming collection of get-well cards has been moved from my hospital bed to the side room at my parents where i now happily reside. I still looks at them daily. Over here, it is so much better than the sickening insides of a hospital. The problem with hospitals is you don't get rest. All day nurses/doctors walking in and out, cleaning staff, refresh drinks, food service, dietist, physical therapy, dental hygiene, etc. The constant peeps and alarms of pumps for fluids, morphine, IV and food comes close to waterboarding. I would have gladly shared my pin number to make em shut up. Shut up, so i could finally sleep for 30 minutes straight. Nights are similar, but worse, because every hour someone comes in the room with a flashlight to see if i'm ok. Oh, and diarrea from antibiotics.
I tried to write this as light as possible. There's really no way to explain. Then there's the other bits, like a dry throat but not being allowed to drink or brush (stitches in your mouth) , the pain in the wrist from the skin transplant, and so on.
But reading back what i just wrote, i'm feeling much much better now. I hope the doc agrees this afternoon, so i can try my teeth again.
Thanks again for the support! You're allbloody marvellous!