BraveFace . Diary of a facial basal cell carcinoma ( bcc): Good Morning - Day One: I took the third diazepam which my kind GP gave me last night and slept well until almost 6 this morning, waking only periodically to prop myself back up on the mountain of pillows I was advised to use in order to keep upright. I am however hungry . Soup through a straw and the juice from rice pudding ( the grains get stuck in the tube !) last night. Not enough.Whats putting me off being mire adventurous is my hugely swollen lip. Which I have absolutely no desire to mistake for a piece of doughy bread or a very juicy blackberry and break into., unknowing, because it still seems to be under the influence of the anaesthetic !
My face is beginning to throb gently, insistently , but I'm confident that the paracetamol I was instructed to obtain, will deal with it. My greatest irritation is that I've just dropped my tea ( drunk through a straw ), all over my bed, particularly where I'm lying. Clean sheets. My best sheets. Very vexing. What's worse is that I really don't have the energy to strip the bed and such exertion is verboten. So, I've fetched a towel and now look as though I've added incontinence to my ailments !!
Looking fed up !
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