Surgery was bright and early this past Friday. I was gung-ho and all ready to go...they took me back and before I could even blink, I was waking up in the recovery. When I woke up I was extremely uncomfortable! It was awful. I didn't have my glasses, so I couldn't see anyone. I was hurting because of how uncomfortable the stretcher/bed I was laying on was; my neck was all out of whack. Eventually I was able to wake up enough to talk to the nurses. They were awesome nurses, very sweet and caring. One of them was even a Steeler's fan!! So we joked about that. They helped me get up and thats when the gas pains kicked in. Holy hell, it was awful. I just couldn't get comfortable long enough to relax or get some rest. My throat was sooooo sore I wanted to cry; I couldn't pee, and then when I did it was only small amounts. Finally I just had to get out of there and get home. Terri (my sister) took me to Matt's house. Matt is my boyfriend, but we have a couple nasty fights that have left us in the "its complicated" column. He took such good care of me. He went all the way back to my apartment, picked up my stuff, bought me my rx from walmart for the zofran which saved my life!! I vomited in Terri's car (in my little pink puke pan) and then again after I got to Matt'shile he was out . He took my pulse, my temp, woke me up for my medicine, got me comfortable, helped me up to go pee, all those nice things a caring boyfriend nurse would do.

Passing gas and eventually having a BM was like heaven. That occurred today, Sunday. I was able to make it to the bathroom most of the time!!! My port site is the sorest. It kills me whenever I get up from a sitting or laying position. Its on the right side of my abdomen. Oh lord, its the sorest spot. The gas sometimes gets caught up in my chest area and it stings and burns. It hurts to cough too. It reminds me of when I was 6 and my dad had open heart surgery, where they crack your chest open. He had a little pillow that he carried around in case he had to cough. He would hold it up to his chest to ease the pain.

I thought I'd be back to work Monday (tomorrow) but I need one more day to rest and poop. Plus I need to get a doctor's note to put me on light duty. I hope Springfield will work with me on this, because I'm trying to get it together.

I had to skip ahead a little and eat a small portion of tomato soup tonight and some popsicles. I was starving. I'm so sick of just drinking flavored water...eww. So I'm going lightly and slow with it, and I'm tolerating it well. Keeping my fingers crossed!!!