Day 3

I was really expecting my week of post-surgery to be a bit cushy. Watch a few movies, get a few books read, catch up on my blog reading, buy some last minute gifts online, and what not.

But cushy it ain’t.

The pain is more than I thought it would be. The Vicodin made me so sick yesterday I had to call DH and beg him to come home from work. The new painkiller knocks me out like no other. (So mom, yes I know you called this morning but I was nowhere near coherent enough to answer the phone.)

And in only 2 days I have to make a trip across the state to attend a funeral.

Oh no, cushy it ain’t.