The surgery went fine. In other words, the living will didn’t have to be exercised. I’m not having as much nausea as before, which is a very good thing. However, I have to wear a stinkin’ brace on my entire left leg for two weeks. My wings have been clipped. I am now going to play the sympathy card.
(My leg ware, replete with hospital issue socks)
My children have all been simultaneously fascinated and repulsed by THE DRAIN. They can’t take their eyes off of it.
I have to say that I lay in bed this afternoon counting my many blessings. I have a husband who has totally stepped up to the plate and is taking awesome care of everything. My children are at my beck and call, and she doesn’t know it yet, but Emme is going to get a crash course in laundry upkeep.
I really don’t know enough about my prognosis to type it out yet. There are some issues that we’ll only know more about with time. And I’ll write more when I’m more lucid. Darvocet, you are my friend.
I so look forward to the Curriculum Round-up tomorrow (Friday)! That will take my mind off of my woes. So please join me!