Honey, I’m hoooome! Got home yesterday actually. Doing pretty good, worst part is finding the perfect position, perfect angle, pillows arranged perfectly…and then never being able to find that sweet spot again after a bathroom break. Plus, my other joints are protesting this much time in bed. But I’m way more alert than I expected to be. And I feel so loved. Not by your outpouring, tho that was nice…but because the cats have been all over me since the second I got home. Hiccup, who never stays more than an hour for a snuggle, slept the whole night through with me, 10 straight hours. Pippin has been right next to me all this morning, everytime I open my eyes he is just staring at me. And Ripley & Kirk, who generally only spend time together if they’re fighting, are currently laying just 6 inches away from each other so that they can both have me. Diggle has frantic happy tail everytime he sees me and remembers that I’m back…sadly we took the ottoman away from the end of the bed so he can’t get up, safer for me that way. He doesn’t understand why he’s been banned from the bed. I have moments of frustration thinking about the slow road ahead of me with recovery. I mean, this sucks. But compared to the left hip surgery a few years ago, my pain & mobility this soon after surgery is hella impressive. Home PT starts on Monday, just to make sure my other joints don’t lock up (worse than they already are) while I’m recovering. And that’s about it from here.
I’ll say it again…if you wanna do something for me, Go Get Vaccinated. I found out 24hrs in that my roommate wasn’t vaccinated. I wore my mask most of the time, but there was one point where I forgot to put it back on after lunch and dosed off for four hours, only to wake to a convo with the nurse trying to talk my roomie into getting her vaccine because no rehab facility was willing to take her otherwise. I was shook up when I heard that. Why in the hell would they put a severely immune compromised person in a room with an unvaccinated person?! Idfk, but I’ll feel better both with my pain level and with my fear that Imma wake up coughing, once I hit that 2 week mark, ya know?
Me anytime I get surgery: I’m scared I’m going to say something embarrassing or reveal a secret when I’m on anesthesia…
Me every single time I’m on anesthesia: AAA I’M GETTING ABDUCTED BY ALIENS *falls asleep*
(This is queued to be posted while I’m in surgery)
I was expecting to be all silly this time but I wasn’t, still druggy but not silly, so I came out of anesthesia and once everyone left I was like mom my vagina hurts and got scared I’d somehow started my period even though I don’t menstruate.
