“What on Earth are women doing putting their hands up and willingly ask for this to be done to them? Are they stupid?” I said this to a friend very recently in regard to those electing to have a caesarean section as their preferred mode of giving birth to their child. Yes, clearly my Have A Little Think About What You’re Saying Before You Say It filter wasn’t working that day.
Indulge me if you will.
I’ve just had a small non imperative internal organ removed. In fact this happened 5 days ago and I’ve just weaned myself off Endone but have upped my Panadol and hourly whinge dose exponentially. I can’t pick up my kids or anything for that matter as the surgery has gone through my abdominal muscles. Even thinking about picking that spoon up off the floor sends twinges through my stitches into my bruised internal muscles and all the way up my back which I’ve been using to hold myself up instead of my stomach muscles. A drive in the car is harrowing as we negotiate potholes and roundabouts. Getting out of the arm chair reminds me of being 8.7 months pregnant (my bloated anaesthetised stomach supports this particular visual) and I am still walking around like a dormant zombie.