This pretty much sums up how my life has been although, there hasn't been a discreet sheet covering me most of the time. I had lots of gawker medical people stopping by at the hospital taking a peek at my chart.
Surgery was surprisingly good according to the doc. It is NOT Cancer!! Wahoo!! But not what they thought was going on. Problem part removed, and a 14.5 inch incision to finish the job. It's all good news from the surgical team.
Ouchie Ouchie Ouchie is all I can mutter most of the time. I feel like a turtle on it's back, incredibly inflexible, and hunched over in a ball. Mr. Man should have been a nurse, the guy is dang cute tending to me. He pops his head in every 10 minutes or so to see what I need. There is always a cup of ice water with a slice of lemon next to the bed, and his hand is right there holding a pillow whenever I attempt to shift. There is a giant stack of movies hand picked that I've never seen to watch. Mostly 80's movies, I missed the 80's in his opinion, and Mr. Man is showing me what I missed.
Thanks to all who have called, stopped by, and tended to us. It means the world to me, and I'll be able to properly thank those special people once I'm out of this lovely drug induced haze I'm in.