Home Jeeves!

Evening all,

So the big news is that we're home. It felt amazing to be hitting the road this afternoon, only 8 days into my stay at the Royal Marsden Hotel. I have to say though that I feel totally broken. Not sure if it's the journey, the excitement, the panic (explained shortly) or just the damage done and drugs relentlessly consumed. Maybe a heady mix of all these components hey? 

I think trying to chase Tramadol tolerance levels is coming to an end. Last nights climax of halucinations to a background chorus of fireworks was insane. I could really do without a Tramadol habit if i can help it, so I'm reducing my intake from tomorow (always tomorrow isn't it?) and I'm getting on the physio groove again. My leg is mending I think, despite the panic I had this afternoon when Nikki removed the dressing from my skin graft to reveal what can only be desribed as a 'dead skin graft'. Honestly, the picture from a couple of days ago shows a good looking soft, damp, bruised skin graft. The picture I'll put up in  a couple of minutes will show you 'frost bite skin graft'. The 'skin' has gone black and dry and hard and curled at the edges where the staples are. It looks very dead, but wait... After a panic attack and a phone call to the surgeons team, a little poking and prodding, I have been told that the skin graft is actually covered by some sponge. The staples are holding on the sponge/medical gauze/whatever and the actual skin is buried out of site. I'm still not 100% convinced, just because this is the first I'd heard of it and it looks so wrong, but it doesn't hurt really, doens't look infected and so far everything has been hunky dory, so I'll give them the benefit of the doubt! So, if the sponge is dry, it must be healing, which means when we take the staples out next Wednesday, everything should be in good shape, albeit an odd hole like shape. Check the picture and you'll see what I mean!

The flap in my mouth is still huge. I've come to realise that eating food as i have been doing, is probably pretty stupid. When I chew on my right hand side (good side/old side), I'm gnawing on my left hand cheek/roof of mouth but can't feel any pain because there are no nerves in there. This is probably increasing the swelling and perpetuating the issue. So, tomrorrow I'm on Weetabix, loads of milk and Chai I think. Need to get this thing under control and enjoy my new mouth's benefits, such as swallowing normally again, which I'm totally loving!

Off topic. Just watching Paxman talking about the US Elections and they're saying Romney is really in with a shot. The world is a very twisted place if this is the case surely? I don't understand how he's even made it to the Election day, can you imagine if he'd been up in UK? He'd have got less votes than Nick Griffin....

Anyway, about 'me me me'. Home safe and sound, hurting but on the mend and weaning the opiate tomorrow (always tomorrow). I'll take that for now as a pretty good place to be bearing in mind I was literally out of theatre only 10 mins ago this time last week after 14 hours of buchery... 

Stay classy everyone

One Love

Jez

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