I was startled awake at four AM this morning by gusty winds outside my bedroom window. I had been aware that we were expecting a significant storm, but the reality of it was a bit jarring as I was waking up from some scattered dream that I think was about getting arrested.
My dream life can be a bit spectacular, in part due to one of the medications that I’m on for my back pain. Toss in the pain from my recent surgery and the storm, it’s little wonder I found myself awake so early.
My bariatric surgery was Tuesday. I came home from the hospital on Wednesday, and I’ve been convalescing at home since then, learning all of the adjustments I have to make to how I do things…like it’s a waste to make a whole pot of coffee, when it takes me nearly an hour to drink one cup! I am, in fact, enjoying my first cup of (decaf) coffee since the surgery as I am writing this.
Most of the swelling has gone down now, but my stomach looks like someone used it for target practice…someone who wasn’t very good at targets, LOL. They made seven total incisions, the biggest one is just over an inch long.
My first full day home was the worst for the pain, and I slept most of it off in a haze of pain medication. Since then, each day has gotten better. I anticipate that by the time I see my surgeon for my follow up, I should be ready to get back to my normal routine. Until then, I will be working from home so that I can rest when I need to and such.
So, here I sit, sipping my coffee and listening to the wind and the rain outside, contemplating what shape today’s writing will take. I hope your Saturday is filled with joy, Readers.