I had an emergency gallbladder removal last Friday and went home on Christmas Eve. I was really quite unwell when admitted to hospital but am recovering much more quickly than I thought I would!
On Christmas Day I was really sore and tired and just wanted to stay home but I was persuaded to go through to MILs for Christmas dinner with the promise that I could just be stuffed up with pillows etc on a sofa. So I was carted along to the ILs and got there to find that no one had bothered to mention to us that BIL had a nasty chest infection. Not a bit of a cough here and there- full on coughing and spluttering away, right into his hand which then was touching everything. DH stuck me in a far corner and we stayed for the bare minimum we could get away with for the children and to keep everyone happy. If I'd known BIL had a chest infection, there's no way I would have gone!
Tomorrow is the annual big extended family get together. I'm feeling an awful lot better but I'm still not allowed to drive and I'm still sore and I'm still tired. There seems to be a remarkable amount of surprise by DH's family that I'm not going- like astonishment that I'm not well. The expectation seems to be that they bundle me up again, cart me along and stuff me on a sofa again. My stomach still looks like it's 6 months pregnant and my incisions are where my trousers would sit so I'm still in pjs!
DH is going for a while (then has another event), bringing the DC with him.
Surely no one would expect someone not even a week post surgery to attend a family get together?