Day 2

ugh

Not as easy as I thought. This is as bad as breaking my femur almost 20 years ago. Probably worse. And self-inflicted.

The night nurse was awesome. She took real good care of me and was empathetic. And no nonsense. I needed that.

This morning, I was moved to the Post Surgery Floor. The ICU day nurse was stupid and I was glad to be going. Get the hell away from her. My new nurse was sweet and silly. I needed that, too. Laughter (not too much with an opened belly) IS the best medicine.

I don't remember much. I mostly slept. Nothing to eat. Pouring and drinking were difficult, with my angle and my hands shaking so bad.

And the PAIN! I had no idea how PAINFUL this was going to be. I KNOW surgery is painful, but I had no clue it was this BAD.

I got a couple of phone calls and tried to remember to text those who needed updates.

But I mostly slept.

Hubby came by after work to visit. That was sweet. He was wondering when I was coming home and I hadn't a clue. Nobody has mentioned my departure.