It's me and I feel like crap.
Thanks to Squirrelly for letting you know what's up and to all my friends and family for being there for me, as this has not been pleasant.
On Monday, Edna went bye-bye and what a crabby organ she was. As I'm writing this on Percodan, please forgive me of any typos or what not.
The surgery went fine, but the recovery is kicking my butt. I had to have two "procedures" done at once; A partial hysterectomy and a bladder hammock put in. My esteemed surgeon, Buffy the Bladder Slayer, had to sort of dig and cut on me to get this done, and so I've been told to stay in the bed. I've also found out I'm allergic to certain pain meds, and I found out the hard way.
I'm not good at staying in the bed, but quite honestly, I haven't felt like doing much of anything else, so I've been watching horror movies all week and taking handfuls of drugs trying to find what will work for me. We think we have it under control today.
I got sick on the pain meds, so there was an issue. I also haven't slept much, so that was another issue. And I hallucinated in the hospital that my sister had brought in a copy machine and was making copies while I was on morphine.
Edna's ghost is haunting me, I swear.
On the good side, so many people have been nice to me and taking care of me.
I'll be off from work for awhile. I should be in fighting shape by next week. At least until the pain meds run out.
Also, thanks for all the kind wishes. A toast to all of you when I can toast again.