I did much better with the pillow last night. I think that positioning it well before I go to sleep is the key. Hubby is away for a week from tonight, so I'm going to move to the middle of the bed as sleeping facing the outside tends to mean the pillow drops on the floor.
The whole going back to work thing is something of a puzzle for me, as the advice given to people seems to vary so much. My surgeon said do what feels right for you. However I can't just tell my boss that! The woman in the next bed to me in hospital was told to try going in every other day from around 8 weeks, and build up to being full time by 12 weeks. I did two days last week 10-4 and 10-5, and was shattered at the end of them. I really did feel quite overwhelmed at the way that my colleagues trying to dump issues on me ' thank goodness you're back, can you sort this?' to which I said no, give me a break here! The drawback to being a 'strong' person, is that sometimes people can forget that you are human.
The train journey was mixed. Commuters in London tend to either be courteous when they see you with a walking aid (minority), letting you get on the train first, and giving up a seat. Or they pretend you are invisible. On the way home on day two I sat on one of the fold-down seats that are supposed to be reserved for people with impaired mobility. The woman next to me got off, and a rather large man sat in her seat. His bottom squished over into my space and pushed right on my scar. It was too much so I had to get up and move. Strange the things that I hadn't even thought!