The Surgery Chronicles
February 15, 2006
It has officially been a week since my surgery, and I’m not in as much pain as I was this time last week. I’m also not as comatose, and I actually miss that.
Here’s a play by play of the week so you can prance around in my size sixes:
Tuesday: Surgery scheduled for 10:00 A.M., Don’t start getting the good drugs until almost noon. Slightly disappointed, but all was made up for once the drip started. Don’t remember being wheeled into the OR at all. Didn’t like being woken up, I do remember that. Night passed in a blur of naps, kids being quiet, and thinking I could actually handle soup after a day like that. Think I had half a cracker that stuck to the roof of my mouth.
Wednesday: Discovered that sleeping lying down wasn’t such a good idea, and instead dozed most of the day propped up on several pillows. Began watching what was to become my staple all week: Coupling Seasons 1-4 (the BBC Version). The only problem with this stellar idea was that laughing made things hurt, and these shows make you laugh. Was worth it though.
Took a shower seated in a deck chair my hubby brought in from the lanai. Changed bandages and cringed at the sight of the 4 incisions on my torso. Ugh.
Religiously took my pain medicine. Sometimes double dipped on the religiousness if it was religiously necessary, which it was. This shit hurts!
Thursday: This was my favorite day. My brother spent the night so he could take me for my allergy shot. (Holla!) Took M to his Dr. for a physical, then took him to school, to which he was thrilled to say the least. (Insert sarcastic tone, please) Then went for the allergy shot, which we got to just in time. (They lock the doors.) Hoofed it home and spent the rest of the afternoon in bed. Despaired over the mess that my house was becoming, but then I beat my Type-A personality into submission and turned on Coupling. Felt good enough to catch up on my TiVo’ed shows, like, say Lost.
Friday: M’s Valentine Dance night. Pain meds in full swing. Had to stay at the dance for M, he was nervous, but ended up having a great time. He was there with his best friend, D, and met up with some classmates. Made me feel nostalgic for my childhood. It was nice to see I wasn’t the only one who went to a school dance in a formal dress. Yep, I was a girly girl. Now, not so much. D spent the night (yes, I know she’s a girl, but M says he’s too young to think of things like love) and they had a great time watching movies and eating popcorn.
Saturday: This was “run errands” day and boy, did we! Went to the Florida Mall to Build-A-Bear to get M’s bear, Woodrow, restitched up. (D’s birthday party there was the weekend previous) The boys had me make a get-well bear, which I outfitted in scrubs and named Dr. Shepherd McBeary. (Holla to Grey’s Anatomy fans!)
Build-A-Bear Workshops are fabulous! We had a great time, then went to California Pizza Kitchen to celebrate D’s and R’s February birthdays. Got home and played some D&D with my hubby and brothers. (That’s for another post, this D&D thing. I’m really new to this and not sure what I’m doing, but I’m spending quality time with the older men in my life, and that can’t be a bad thing, right?
Sunday: Spent the day lying low. I needed to after the craziness of the previous few days. Watched Hustle, which has become my new fave show. Made a birthday breakfast brunch for Nannie, as it was her special day. Watched some of the Weather Channel, and breathed a sigh of relief we no longer lived in New England. Stayed up for Grey’s Anatomy, passed out soon after.
(woke up several times for bathroom breaks, but I won’t bore you with the details.)
My Type-A personality has kicked back in and cleaning my house has become a slow, arduous process. Hopefully I’ll have finished to my satisfaction before R’s party on Saturday.
Yes, you read it right, I’m slavishly cleaning my house for the under 5 set. Like they care. The Bounce House is all they care about.
But sadly, I care. Probably more than I should. I worry that the parents of R’s little friends will think he lives in a hovel. Silly, I know.
At least that’s what my husband says it is.
