Sunday – Isn’t There Some Football Game On Today?

Husband, having had more than enough nursemaid duties, is off with friends at a Sports Bar to hopefully be raking in cash from Super Bowl squares.  (I have a possibly lucrative 0/0 in the first quarter, myself.)  He’s been wonderful waiting on me and putting up with me, but I’m glad he’s gone.  The house was clean yesterday, so he’s about to explode with nothing else to do.

The surgery was a little longer than expected.  Seems my anatomy was “challenging”.  They had to deal wit adhesions and smaller than normal ducts, etc.  I was a model patient and didn’t even get nervous until I was on the table.  Something about all those people milling about telling me to calm down and breath really makes it difficult to do either.  (Just a little note here:  You know how on TV the operating room is always dark with all the light focused just in one little area?  In real life it is a big, cold bright white room.  They really don’t want to miss anything.)  I went in at 7:30, right on time, and about two hours later they were pulling the tube out of my throat.  (That has proven to be one of the more irritating parts of the procedure.  My throat is still touchy.) 

 They gave me lovely IV meds and I dosed for a little bit until it was time to go home.  We were home by noon.  Don’t ask, I don’t remember the ride.  I made a couple of delirious phone calls but otherwise Thursday is kind of a blank until into the night.

I felt more pain on Friday, than on Thursday, and felt less dopey than my previous surgery.  I took one nice long afternoon nap while Boy and I watched a movie, but othewise was pretty alert.  (Luckily, Boy had no school due to an impending snowstorm so we didn’t have to worry about who would take care of me.)

Saturday, we had planned a small get-together that I didn’t want to cancel.  (I hadn’t seen my BFF’s in forever!) Husband, as promised, did everything to get set for it, but I’m afraid I was just not up to party mood.  I’d decided I felt so good that morning that I would go grocery shopping and out to lunch with my fellas.  Huge mistake, the memory of which is keeping me sitting right at home today doing nothing more strenuous than the taxes.

I could probably go to work tomorrow, but I think I’ll pass.  I have two things going on that I can/should do and nothing really to wear.  The belly is still sensitive to the waistband.  We’ll see how I feel tomorrow about what goes on Tuesday.

Thanks for all you well wishes.  They were felt.