I've just had a terrible row on the phone with Anna and feel a bit bad about it now.
She rang me up saying 'Bonita my friend', which got my back up a bit because I don't feel she is my friend at the moment.
She has given me the option of going back into hospital for a further two weeks to have this suction dressing fitted or staying at home with the district nurses for the next god knows how many months while it heals on it own. I got the impression that she would prefer me to stay at home and get the scar sorted out a later date by the way she was talking.
I was getting madder and madder as the conversation went on because of some of the things she was saying, yes its a long way to Walsall from here and yes its expensive for hubbie to visit all the time but thats my decision not hers.
Besides she forgets I'm the one with a huge hole in my stomach, I'm the one that can't go out, not even in the car because the seat belt makes it so sore, I'm the one that can smell this stinking wound, I'm the one thats woken up at night because im reacting to the dressings and really sore and I'm the one thats crying most of the time now not her.
I'm sick of all this and want it over as soon as possible, so for me its a case of hang the expense, get me back in and close it bloody up but in reality its not that simple is it?
Sorry for ranting. I'm just a bit wound up at the moment because in one sense she is right we really can't afford for me to go back there for a further two weeks.
I just don't know what to do.