I had surgery yesterday and since then have been given a morphine/vicodin cocktail every three hours. It helps with the pain for about 90 minutes then I just try to lie very still and ignore the pain as best I can.
Very strange experience, surgery. The crunch blonde female doctor said hi, the anesthesiologist put a mak over my face and said, breathe deep. I did and the next thing I remember was somebody saying my name and saying I had been out of surgery for hours. Thank the lord for drugs that black you out like that.
I have been told, tho I refuse to actually look and confirm, there are 3 incisions, one of which is through my navel. I feel beat up, too much pain to care that I have 3 scars instead of one. Or none.
There is a rumor that I will be discharged today. If so, ill post my pix of the ambulance ride. And maybe my stitches.
Because really, that’s all that’s going on in my world right now.