It has been two days since the surgery and already I can tell a difference. It doesn’t hurt in the same spot but it still hurts. It hurts so bad that I literally yell out in pain.
I hate this but am grateful. I cry but know that this needed to be done.
The medications make me sleepy and vomit. I did not even take the second dose because I could not stand lying there knowing that I was going to have to rush to the kitchen sink to puke it all out.
My amazing neighbor brought over chicken boulion and ginger ale but it only worked for a short amount of time before it came back up.
There are moments where I just want to kick that left leg out and stand up like a normal person but I can’t. It hurts like a bitch.
I am in pain but am grateful for the doctors who were able to find the source of the problem and fix it.
I am grateful to be alive. My father in law says that pain is weakness leaving the body. I am going to be one strong mamma Jamma once I complete physical therapy and heal.
It is temporary right ? Because I am tired. I am tired of not being able to just enjoy a simple outing.
It could be worse. I know. Day 2 in the books. I can do this.