Sitting here at home. What post-op day am I? I lost count. I've just been hanging out at home, snacking on Ibuprofen and Tylenol 3, and waiting for my uterus to fall out at any given minute because that's what it feels like.
Tonight is Brother's first night on the job. He made a valiant effort to take a nap before he went in, but found he is unable to sleep during the day. He's one of those Morning People. He thinks the day is wasted if he wakes up after 9am. Tomorrow, I'm going to ask Mom if there is a possibility she got saddled with the wrong baby at the hospital, because there is no way we are related.
But then again, it's hard to deny the DNA connection. We're both sick and twisted, we look a lot a like, and we can both smell water.
Like I said, I've just been hanging out at home. Tonight, it's not too hot, but I'm finding myself sitting here, sweating my ASS off. I wonder if I'm running a temp or something. I've been drinking water by the buckets, so much that my urine is now completely clear and colorless. Today, I drove to the store to pick up some milk, and when I got home, my hair was completely drenched from sweat. What's the deal with that??
Today, I decided to do something more productive than sleep and nibble pills, and I fired up the grill. Cooked two steaks, some zucchini, nuked two potatoes, and we had a little feast. Later, I made a delicious chocolate bread pudding from a recipe I found in my new Pampered Chef cookbook.
For some reason, I was on the schedule to work tonight, but a couple phone calls cleared that up. Kind of hard to work when you are gorked on pain meds, and almost ready to puke because of said pain meds. It kind of says a lot when you would rather be home nauseated on pain meds, waiting for your uterus to fall out...instead of going to work. Sad indeed.
No big plans for this week. Maybe I will just sleep the week away. That sounds like good fun to me.