Post Surgery

It is Monday, almost a week since I had surgery and I'm feeling really good. I still look like I am a junky with needle marks and bruises all over my arm. I counted, and as near as I can tell the good anesthetist tried at least a dozen times to find a vein in my right arm before admitting defeat and moving to my left. The bruises have reached that stage where they are a lovely green/yellow with the dark purple center. Ah well...we'll just call them war wounds.

I'm not feeling any pain and haven't taken so much as a Tylenol since Friday. Yesterday Rob and I took Cole for a brief walk. He was so wound up...the poor dog has cabin fever big time, but he doesn't like to be outdoors by himself. He is such a big baby.

I have a follow-up appointment with my gynecologist on April 7. I'm still waiting for an appointment with my plastic surgeon, but don't really expect to have one until June.

Richard and Dianne sent a huge basket of fruit to help me get well. It was too heavy for me to lift. Of course I'm only allowed to lift up to five pounds...so it doesn't take much, a pot of water is too heavy to lift. I've had cards from Gale Gal Joyce, Aunt Myrtle and Kathy from Colorado in the last week or so. Ryan and Denise brought out the fruit basket for Di and Richard and brought me a bottle of red wine as well. We had a great visit with them. We had locked the dogs up so they wouldn't be in their faces all evening and Denise insisted we let them out so she could say hi to them before they left.

Everything is going smoothly...hopefully no set backs will occur and I'll be healthy to enjoy the spring and summer this year.