Six Months
As of 12 PM today, it marks six months since I went in for surgery. This blog was originally suppose to be my blog for documenting my recovery from the surgery, but things changed when I got home. Surgery is never easy. I went in thinking one thing, but came home with another. Exactly six months ago I was in my hospital room feeling all woozy from the pain killers (morphine!) and trying to get my bearings back. Don't remember what was on the TV, but I did get to eat ice chips and a little later an orange gelatin cup. Sure tasted good after 21 hours of no food and drink.
Six months and I still don't feel better. Maybe I'm one of those slow healers when it comes to the inside. Bleh. Guess in time I'll type some things about my first months of post-operation recovery. Yeah, recovery yet I go to work. Oh well. Still don't know how I feel about the surgery. There is a swirling mix of happy and sad -- more sad than happy at this point. Such is life. Guess I live in a snowglobe with everything swirling around me.
If you're still reading, thank you. I'm not a good writer so pardon any shows of lameness and stupidity in advance.
