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How fast the hoochie mamma have fallen. Just days after donning low cut and tight clothes, I’m now in seach of anything baggy and soft, anything that won’t stick to my incisions. I look like I’ve been shot. Several times. One up sorta high, between the ribs, two more on the right side, another at my belly button. I’m not sure which hole they actually used to take out my gall bladder, I’m just glad that it’s gone. Even if I do whistle when the wind blows.
And so now I’m home recuperating. Enjoying the bliss of oxycodone. Actually, I’m not sure what the big fuss is over that drug. It just makes me sleep and not hurt.
The first two nights I had to sleep sitting up in a chair because the gas they’d pumped into me made it hard to lie flat on my back. I had a dog beside me, one on my feet, a cat low on my lap, and another (Squirt) balanced carefully on the arm of the chair. Squirt would regularly touch my face, as if worried. Once I didn’t open my eyes when he did it and he tapped again and again until I did.
Geoff’s been an angel, babying me in a way I’ve never experienced before. And Celeste has been . . . missing. Up with my parents one night, then with her dad. She got home last night. Immediately insisted on taking pictures of my stomach for Mom’s Boo-Boo Book. (Which is now, I believe, in its second edition.)
I’d been saying how much I needed some time off of work. Didn’t expect to get it this way.
June 19th, 2006 at 8:32 pm
Hope you start to feeling better soon!!!
June 23rd, 2006 at 5:28 pm
Thanks. It wasn’t the quick bouncing back I anticipated, but I’m finally (a week later) feeling like myself again. I recovered from a c-section faster than this. This aging business really sucks.
June 23rd, 2006 at 6:30 pm
We’re NOT getting older–it’s the things around us that are changing. Case in point–When I fall off my motorcycle it hurts many times worse than it did thirty years ago. But not because I’m getting older–the ground is getting HARDER!
Glad to hear you’re feeling better.
How did you manage to tame that Bluejay?
June 23rd, 2006 at 6:30 pm
We’re NOT getting older–it’s the things around us that are changing. Case in point–When I fall off my motorcycle it hurts many times worse than it did thirty years ago. But not because I’m getting older–the ground is getting HARDER!
Glad to hear you’re feeling better.
How did you manage to tame that Bluejay?
June 23rd, 2006 at 6:31 pm
The blog is doing this double thing again!
June 24th, 2006 at 8:09 am
Karin–
I hope you are doing better, too.
June 24th, 2006 at 11:58 am
I like that — the ground is getting harder! So maybe I should be blaming the surgeon? It took 6 days before I felt like myself again, and I’m still napping like a granny every day. About time for it now, come to think of it.
The jay was thrown out of its nest by its mamma because it was covered with bugs. My mom cleaned it up and it attached itself to her for its entire life (about 12 years). It got outside several times, but didn’t like it. I guess it was too scary. We had another jay when I was a kid that we allowed to go in and out as it pleased. It ended up being the only pet we ever had that was killed by a car. This one in the pictures died of pneumonia when he was ancient (but still ornery).