I can now go from sitting to standing and vice versa without help. It's not pretty and I do shout out sometimes because of the pain, but it's a step in the right direction.
The first night I slept sitting up on the corner seat of the sofa, propped up by many pillows, my painkillers and phone by my side. Mr Fink trundled off to bed, exhausted by the /anxiety/ worry/ fear/ relief of the evening, as he left he said to phone when I needed him.
I woke at 4am, the pain killers had worn off. I needed to visit the loo but was not able to stand up on my own. I phoned Mr Fink on his mobile, which I knew would be on the bedside table next to him upstairs. It rang and rang and rang, I couldn't hear it though. I shouted, I yelled, I phoned the house phone, still no movement from upstairs. Fearing that I would have an 'accident' on the sofa I managed to drag myself upright, oh gosh the pain was excruciating, I had tears in my eyes, couldn't find a way of standing that relieved the heavy stabbing feeling in my side. I shouted up the stairs and poor Mr Fink, bleary eyed and sleepy, stumbled out of the bedroom. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I must have turned the phone off in the hospital and forgotten to switch it back on."
Anyway, no lasting damage done and we're laughing about it now. My heroes (Mr Fink, Nelly, my family and my friends) are looking after my every need at the moment and I'm feeling much more positive than I was on Sunday. Thank you all.
