That's how it feels, after my lap-band surgery this morning. It's not abnormal, they tell me -- and it's not a heart attack -- but wow. The pain generates anxiety and the anxiety generates muscle tension and the muscle tension generates more pain. Even though I'm loaded with hydrocodone, I feel like roadkill.
So now I'm spending most of my time on the sofa under a fleece throw, with my kitties snuggled beside me... and across the room, of course, my father is tucked into his new hospital bed, which is much more comfortable for him than the recliner he used to insist on. And my poor mom is waiting on us both hand and foot.
Thank goodness for good mamas!
So now I'm spending most of my time on the sofa under a fleece throw, with my kitties snuggled beside me... and across the room, of course, my father is tucked into his new hospital bed, which is much more comfortable for him than the recliner he used to insist on. And my poor mom is waiting on us both hand and foot.
Thank goodness for good mamas!