Drain, the bane

I've had this drain in for two weeks now, and you'd think my body would figure out that there are no lymph nodes in my groin anymore so let's send the fluid along to the next set of nodes. But no. It seems my body is lazy and will just continue to pump out its lymph fluid into the nice convenient drain that's sitting atop my leg. The problem with this is that I can only have the drain for two more weeks before it has to come out due to the ever-increasing risk of infection. Ideally, my body should be putting out less than 50ml a day at that point, so each evening at 6pm I have dutifully emptied and measured the day's takings, silently hoping it will be lower than the previous day's figure. Sadly, half the time it isn't. I thought I'd had a breakthrough yesterday when it was 197ml - my first less-than-200 result. But nope, today we're back up to 236ml.

Also, my eyes and brain are so bored. My best friends came to see me yesterday whilst my husband's away, and that was nice but good god am I fed up with being in the same rooms. The only places I've been in the last 14 days are home and hospital. Even my daily trudges around the block have got very boring. I am a person who goes out, travels, sees things. Don't get me wrong, home is definitely a lot more palatable than hospital but it's still very very boring. Sorry for complaining. I am tiring myself with all this whinging.

On the plus side, there has definitely been less instance of nerve pain in the last 48 hours. As a reward, I have decided to entertain myself by learning the lyrics to Informer by Snow: