I managed to get some writing done while I was wandering through the brain fog after melanoma surgery, but I wasn't allowed to do any kind of exercise. And honestly, I wasn't in much of a mood for it. I felt pretty demotivated.
My PT, Darren, came around this afternoon, however, and we loaded up the barbell for a deadlift session. It feels like the engine has kicked over again.
I did a bit of a climb up the ladder and back down again.
My bachelor holiday was rudely interrupted by surgery this morning, the excision of the sneaky little melanoma that decided to set up shop on my left cheek.
Quite a bit more cutting and sewing than normal. 81 stitches by the time my dermo was finished. The chicks are gonna dig this scar, let me tell you.
I had all these big plans to come home and crank out some words, because I’m a hard nut. Or maybe just a nut.
But I took a few pain killers and fell asleep instead.
I find myself temporarily lonesome in the house for the next two weeks. Jane's down in Sydney for work, and both kids are travelling overseas together. So it’s just me, the dogs, the cats, and all the manfood I can eat.
