It’s been a week since my surgery and I’m doing really well.

Side-ponies are essential to recovery.
Side-ponies are essential to recovery.

I slept and slept and slept some more. I read. I watched all of Call the Midwife, caught up on The Americans, marathoned the first season of Scandal, started the Horatio Hornblower series, got half-way through My Mad Fat Diary, watched my favorite Lifetime movie, “A Woman Scorned: The Betty Broderick Story”  and taught myself to crochet. Basically it was exactly like the Houses of Healing in Return of the King.

Monday – Thursday I felt pretty crampy and swollen. I didn’t feel totally shit, but I didn’t feel like myself at all. Narcotics really don’t do me any favors.

My recovery cocoon on our new love seat.
My recovery cocoon on our new love seat.
My favorite "Get Well" card from my friend, Sadie (Melissa's daughter)
My favorite “Get Well” card from my friend, Sadie (Melissa’s daughter)

Friday I left the house for the first time and was shaky, but did well. Frankly the worst part was having to wear a real bra.

Saturday was the first day I felt somewhat well. I was able to go grocery shopping and run a few errands. It was blissful.

Sunday I cleaned the house. I never thought I’d be happy to clean the house, but I’ve really been taking mobility for granted.

I also, with major assistance from youtube tutorials, taught myself to crochet a granny square, so la-di-da.


Today I worked from home and tomorrow I head back to the library. Let’s see if I can make it to 10:30 without needing a nap. I’m guessing, no.


  • Glad to see you feeling better!

  • lateshoes

    Thanks! Me too. 😉