Saturday - the next day

This was a boring day and I drifted through it.  Stayed in my PJ's until mid afternoon and only poked my head outside for about 15 minutes.   I read, drank more tea and did little else than lie about.  I didn't really feel like doing much else.  The oddest thing was my hair.  It was sooooo limp and just hung from my head.  I believe this is an after-effect of the anaesthetic, at least that's what my hairdresser said and we all know that "Only your hairdresser knows for sure!".  I had pancakes and scrambled eggs for brunch, ice cream and jello in the afternoon and spaghetti for dinner with bread with the crust neatly cut off.  Thankfully, my dear caretaker was able to spend all Friday and Saturday with me.  I would highly recommend that you have a friend stay over, even if it's only for a little company as you drift in and out of sleep.  There was no actual pain, just discomfort from the swelling and stitches.  My cheeks were stiff.  Oddly, I thought there would be brusing but there wasn't.  I don't know if other people have had bruising and if I should attribute the general well-being of my appearance to the expertise of my surgeon.  If anyone ever reads this I'd like to know if you experienced bruising.

The day dragged on.  Finally, after dinner I poured the tiniest glass of red wine.  2 or 3 ounces at most.  I'm sure the alcohol was forbidden in the interest of my tissue healing but at that point I figured what the surgeon didn't know wouldn't hurt him.  Hope I'm not wrong!