Post Op

I did not know recovery would be like this.

The day of my surgery I was fine. Tired, but otherwise okay. But the day after, lawd have mercy. According to my doctor I must have had a virus somewhere in my system so being knocked out for 2 hours gave the bug some time to manifest...and manifest it did. For the rest of the weekend I was dizzy and nauseous and had to stop taking all medications.

So my stomach is finally stabilized but I'm tired...and hungry...and cranky...and just not a pleasant person to be around. But I gotta show some love to German Girl. She came over Friday and made me one of her bomb ass apple pies. She also spent the night and helped me get through the first 24 hours after surgery. Then I gotta thank Aristocrates for sticking with me the rest of the weekend. He definitely has gone above and beyond the duties of an office spouse. Anyone who can pick me up off the bathroom floor after I have thrown up my insides for the 5th time and tell me "You still look cute," gets high marks in my book. Although he had to be lying to make me feel better. No one looks good when they are sick but I appreciate the "honest lie" anyway.

Pain has not been an issue thus far. I think I have been too sick to focus on the pain in my foot. If I can make it 24 hours without throwing up and able to get some solid food in to my belly I will go back on all my medications. For now, the only thing getting me through is my friends and advil.

Just say a little prayer for me...because with all that my body is going through I don't want to have the second operation.