Day 7. The good news? I feel like I’ve finally turned a corner.
The bad news? I’m still sleeping like Dracula—flat on my back, arms folded, waiting for someone to bring me a goblet of Panadol. Side sleeping is still a fantasy, like winning Lotto or getting all three kids under six into bed without a meltdown.
Cutting Down the Meds
I’ve cut right back on the pain meds. Which feels like a small victory, though it means every ache and twinge gets noticed. I’m no longer floating through the day in a haze, but instead moving through it like daddy-robot on Bluey.
Cabin Fever Is Real
Being stuck at home this long is doing my head in. I miss the normal chaos — the school run, the small talk, even clients asking if their business cards can be “just a little bit shinier.” Cabin fever has set in, and I’ve started treating trips to the letterbox like a holiday.
Bandage Removal: 0/10, Do Not Recommend
Today’s lowlight was pulling off the last of the bandages. I thought it would be a quick, painless job. Instead, it was like getting waxed by a sadist. Honestly, I should have timed that with the stronger meds, because right now I’m convinced hospital tape is made out of industrial-extra-permanent-adhesive – like the labels I supply to my clients.
Looking Ahead
Still, despite the Dracula sleeping, the cabin fever, and the DIY waxing session, I feel better. Lighter. Stronger. Like the hernia chapter is nearly over. Soon enough, this whole ordeal will be something I’ll try to forget… though let’s be honest, with my kids reminding me of it every time they see the scar, or want to have a sit-up competition. I’ll probably never get the chance.
But for now, Day 7 feels like hope. And that’s a big step forward. Onward and Upward!
The Hernia Diaries: Sit-ups were a mistake.
About the Author:
Rob Allen is a graphic designer, dad of three under six, and unwilling hernia expert. When he’s not juggling deadlines or nappies, he’s writing The Hernia Diaries from the couch — one ice pack and stool softener at a time.
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