Post Op

So, surgery, is over.

Done.

I am fixed.

But far from healed.

To be frank, it hurts like a son of a bitch.

I’ve got my pain meds, my antibiotics and various other meds all lined up on my counter.

And a foley bag attached to my leg.

It’s weird watching the urine just collect in the bag and having no recollection of doing it.

Pookah, has been acting out.

Crying, hitting, whining, throwing things.

I think he misses his mommy.

I’ll be seeing him soon, but I can’t pick up anything over 10 pounds. :(.

I want to send him to daycare tomorrow too, but he might be a little clingy.

We’ll see.

Well, I’ve got the next 3 weeks to recuporate.   Well, 2 1/2 really. Since C-Dub decided that while I’m off we should drive 6 hours to see his mother for her birthday.

*silence*

Moving on!

I’m glad my mom is here. I don’t know what I would do without her.

At least I’ll get SOME rest.