After a rough weekend full of excess sleeping and stomach soreness, I went to the GP yesterday.  I had managed to work myself up enough emotionally that I was in tears by the time I sat in the chair beside her.  I was asked to hop up onto the table and the GP had a feel of my belly (sorry about the cold hands).  Her touching me was uncomfortable – even afterwards it was as if I could still feel where her hands were stirring up things in my abdomen that are best left alone.  The worst bit of the doctor’s visit was her having a look at my stitches.  OUCH!  Even she was surprised that I am still bruised by my belly button.

Wishing you pain-free days



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