I've been on waiting list to remove lipoma on my back; had the surgery on Friday. All went well, but out of small group of people I told (one of whom was sister but she's on the other side of Europe at the moment, and is checking up on me on daily basis), only three came back with "Are you OK?". Not one bothered with "Do you need anything?" Did I need anything? No. I made sure all was as done as possible for me to not worry about things (like having enough food to last me about a week, no need for huge load of washing, etc.) "Perk" of living solo, I guess, where I have to think about everything in advance. Are those I told about the surgery around where I live? Two of them. One in the same city, one within half an hour drive. Neither with any commitments that stopped them from doing anything to help if they wished to do so. Again, not asking for people to drop their lives, especially when all has gone smoothly. But a simple "Give me a holler if you want/need anything." would have gone miles towards making me feel better, even if they willingly popped around for an hour at most. Even if it was with "Here's some tea, I also brought some bikkies, let's have a chat." Or asked me if I felt well enough to meet up for take-away coffee and a stroll. And then a small group decided to make a joke of "Ooyy, bet you're not missing that Back Ballsack now!" just because I said my lipoma was roughly the size of two halves of a tennis ball put together. Read the fucking room here, fuck's sake.
