I'm alive...

Barely. Nah. That's not right. I'm just whining. I'm on pain killers that work for an hour and a half and knock me out for three hours at a time so the past few days have been a blur. Thanks for the well wishes and prayers. I've been blessed in that regard. I have a very supporting social network, both in person and in the big wide world of the Net.  Thank you.

The procedure its self wasn't bad. I did not puke in case you're wondering. I was wheeled back into an operating room that had to be something like 20 degrees. My surgeon, anesthesiologist, and a gaggle of nurses all stood ready. I was moved from the cold and hard pre-op table to the colder and harder operation table. The nurse placed a mask over my face (I was told it was oxygen) and I heard someone say "You should start feeling tired soon." Next thing I know I'm in the recovery room and fully lucid. There was no woozy period of waking up. At least not for me. When I opened my eyes I knew exactly where I was and what had happened. What I didn't realize is that there was a large plastic tube down my throat and I began trying to talk around it. The nurse in recovery pulled it from my mouth and I told her to go get Amos. Eventually she did and after the required period of waiting, I went home. It hurts. I won't lie. I greatly underestimated the pain. I thought it would be the incision site only that hurt. But that is wrong. So wrong. It hurts from the area under my breasts down to my hips and around through my back. I consider myself pretty tough when it comes to pain management and I must admit... this is getting old. There's a fun new crackling noise that I make while I breathe now. I only notice it when I'm laying down and there's no pain associated with it but I'll be glad when that's gone nonetheless.

In my rare lucid periods I keep myself entertained with my roku and my nookcolor.  I'm currently plowing my way through Jane Eyre. A book that wouldn't be considered light reading (in my opinion) even on my best days. I've got the general gist though. Amos is a gem among men. I haven't had to lift a finger. He will be running the kids to his parents house on the days he has to work and in the evenings he's right there when I need him. When  I say I want food, he's on top of it. When I want something just out of reach, he comes running from across the house. He's working double time. I think he might be a smudge envious of the "time off" I get to take.

My medicine is starting to take effect. I could write more, but I've already caught myself writing out our "real" names instead of using our pseudo identities. If I value our anonymity, I should stop.

I haven't been able to keep up with your blogs. I'm anxious to get back to them. I am especially anxious because I know that one of my readers is expecting a new addition soon and I'm itching to find out more. I'll be peeking in as I can.

Until next time.