It's Tuesday, 4th day post operative. Not a good day. Days 1-3 were good. I felt energetic, excited to drink my little liquid meals and ready to leave the house.

Today, um. not like that. I woke up tired, with pain all over (like sorness), in a bad mood and a bit nauseated. Mid-morning I had to take a suppository for the nausea. I was so afraid that I might throw up. I don't want to do that. I didn't enjoy todays meals. The broths smelled bad and the juices were bitter. I don't know what hit me. I feel so tired.

I forced my self walk this evening, just a little. I thought maybe my body needs some stimulation. Get the blood oxygenated. That would work. Well, just after wards I started with the nausea again. Just then my mom made me some watermelon water. yummy. I sipped a bit and I like it. I now have energy to write this journal entry.

Tomorrow morning at 7am I head over to the surgeons office. I have questions for him. Hopefully this day will not repeat itself. I owe so much to my parents. They've been by my side all this time. Right now they just kicked my out of my room and ask me to stay in the second bedroom. They went on a cleaning spree. I now have a fresh made bed with clean sheets, fluffy pillows and my dad did and extensive vaccum cleaning. wow I feel so lucky. I will try my hardest to get better for them.:scared: