Surgery Day +3

I slept in my own bed for the first time last night since before surgery. The first 2 nights I couldn't lay flat so I stayed on the sofa. Getting up from even a partially reclined position was hellish and I made sure Steve was around to pull me by the arms so I didn't have to use my ab muscles more than necessary. Still, every move pulled on the incisions like they were about to pop open and I avoided any movement I didn't absolutely need.

I collapsed at 8pm last night and around 3am I was too uncomfortable to stay asleep so I had Steve help me up and went over to the LoveSac. That was the best thing I could have done and I slept till about 9am very peacefully. When I finally did wake up, Steve came over to help me up and amazingly, I was able to claw my way into a sitting position without his help. This gave me the confidence to assert that today would be my humpday. And indeed it turned out to be.

I showered, got dressed, and only needed Steve to put my shoes on. We decided to head out to Annapolis with my dad to find a cigar store and then to explore the walkable downtown area. We left around 11 and made it home around 3:30. During that time, we walked for at least 2 hours but did stop for lunch and sat down for a while as well. When we went for lunch, I was feeling real hunger for the first time I could remember in days. Real, honest to goodness, got to get something inside of me hunger. I ordered cream of crab soup which I was afraid would make me sick somehow but it tasted amazing, sat well with my stomach, and before I had even finished the cup of soup, I was full. I even ate it slowly enough that I still had soup left when Steve was done with his burger and Dad was done with his grilled salmon Caesar salad. I was impressed with myself for being able to eat so slowly without even trying that hard.

After lunch we continued to walk around Annapolis and eventually we were all pretty pooped and came home, where I've been checking the interwebs and updating the blog ever since. Been sipping on some 50/50 applejuice/water, which tastes so good (it's amazing how after weeks on nothing but soups the most un-exotic things have such an appeal.)

Ah... life is good. Or at least getting better. I really had 3 days where I was asking myself what the hell I had just done. And why I ever had thought going through surgery was a good idea. I think my humpday is almost over and it only gets better from here.