Saturday morning. Another chance to sleep in and I can't do it!

My head was pounding this morning. I think from laying down. It also hurts the area that was violated on Wednesday. I can't really sleep sitting up all the time, but laying down is a real drag for many reasons. Headache. More pain in surgical sites. Trying to get up. However, I developed a great method that wouldn't be possible if both sides were done. I simply bend my right leg, grab with my right arm, and maneuver myself up by a sort of lever system. My face is also in what I like to call the "silent scream". My daughter is studying that stuff in school now, so I should thank her teachers. But if I weren't strong (not that it takes a lot, but when you're in pain everything is magnified!), would I be able to? Probably not. It still hurts and makes me tear up. But it makes independence possible at that moment, which is a very important aspect of recovery.

Oh, and I'm not pregnant. Yippee. Leave it to my freaking uterus to decide to empty out early. Like I need more blood loss, another thing to deal with. But, then again - I'm not pregnant. What sort of hell would that be???

I had a bite of scrambled eggs with my man. I thought it sounded incredibly unappealing until I took a bite. Ok, he made them with cheese and chopped up hot dog. Bachelor breakfast for sure, but damn... it was tasty.

So, now... he is going out shopping and to the gym. I am looking forward to him getting back so I can get a nice bath, have my hair washed, and get some makeup on my face.

Got a floral delivery today. Was nervous, as I kind of hate cut flowers. Surprise! It was a gorgeous orchid plant. Now, to keep it alive. I sure hope I get some bamboo if someone feels the need to send plants - I need all the good luck I can get! I also got an Edible Arrangements delivery. Holy crap, that is amazing. I will be sending these - or bamboo - to anyone recovering from anything. Seriously, the thing that sounds most non-vomitous after surgery is fruit. I asked hubby to go to Brazil to get some of the fruit I had at breakfast last week. It didn't seem cost or time effective, however. This came just in time!

So here I am. No pain medication, it doesn't help enough to make it worth it. And it's not fun. Hideous surgical bra with a nasty drainage bulb hanging from it. Tape residue on my arm and eyelids. But I'm breathing. And my husband still looks at me like I'm the most beautiful woman on the planet.

Bullshit? Maybe. Or maybe we're just really in love.