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