Sunday, April 30, 2006

early afternoon

Awwww, Kittens

Saturday, April 29, 2006

early evening

Totally Totally Psyched

Today, I showered.  It was the longest I’ve gone without showering (since Wednesday morning, ick) in, I don’t know, my whole adult life.  Right now, I smell gooooood. 

Friday, April 28, 2006

evening

I Got Nothin’, Except Knuckles

Today was pretty much the same as yesterday.  Sore, sore, sore.  Some good naps, some hockey, and an ER.  The fluid that I was retaining that made my knuckles disappear...gone.  It’s kind of a relief because I was starting to not to remember if my knuckles really existed.

Thursday, April 27, 2006

early evening

The Day After

The pain is getting worse, but my knuckles are starting to show in my hands again.  Hopefully the pain will settle down - I imagine the day after is never great because all of the anesthesia’s worn off.  I’m taking some good pain meds, but they’re not quite strong enough.  Still, I had a good day.  Slept in, had a bagel for breakfast, had a nap, watched some hockey, ate a couple of corn dogs, watched a hilarious episode of South Park (I’m like totally serial), and finally a mostly good episode of Gilmore Girls.  The stuff about it being bad for Lorelai to hang around April is just stupid.  Paris was awesome.  I’m going to bed.

Oh wait, I want to tell you how great Leigh-Ann has been.  She gets me all my food, brings me pills, and most of all, she takes the little dogs out, which means walking downstairs to put the big dogs away, coming upstairs to take the little dogs down (the stairs are blocked by a baby gate), picking up all the dog poop in the back yard, getting the little dogs to come back upstairs, walking up the stairs, putting the little dogs back in the master bedroom, walking back downstairs to let the big dogs out, then coming back upstairs to resume life.  She’s a peach.  I think I’ll keep her.

late morning

Slightly More Of An Update

I’m cheating and taking this from one of my message board posts.  I’m not quite up to posting all the details yet.  I’m sleeeeeeeeepy.

After a long night of urinary retention (geez, can my body make up its mind?) and trying to pee every hour, I’m still feeling pretty good. I think a lot of my soreness is from having to get in and out of our raised bed so often. Sadly, our guest bedroom no longer has a bed in it, just kittens. I doubt the kittens would stay still long enough for me to sleep on them.

Early this morning, I noticed that one of the constant pains in my leg, was gone. It was kind of exciting. Of course, now I think the nerves are going a little wacky and I’m getting some of it back, but I think that was a good sign.

My back feels like someone punched me, really hard. It’s kind of surreal for me that I even had surgery. I don’t remember anything from the time I was wheeled down the hall until they woke me up in recovery. I don’t think I even got to count backwards from a hundred.

Oh, and my cute nurse was wearing a Hello Kitty scrub top. Bonus points to her. The woman next me was having a laparoscopy and was freaking out because someone might see her naked. Sheesh. Hell, I had the recovery nurse putting a toilet liner on the seat for me, and then she waited while I sat down on it. Dignity is relative in the hospital, I guess.

One freaky thing - my hands are really swollen. They look like the hands of hockey player who’s been in too many fights and where you can no longer see his knuckles.