Recovery

Surgery was scheduled for 3:00 pm on Wednesday, and I got in around four-ish. We left the hospital around seven that night and were the last ones to pull out of the parking lot. I was pretty nauseous, but I don't think it was because of the anesthesia. I think it was because my blood sugar was all kinds of out of whack since you can't eat all day.

I went straight to my wonderful bed once we got home because I wanted to get really rested up for my staff retreat on Thursday (the next day). In my mind, not going was never an option. I figured I might be a little sore, but I was still going to attend. I had really been looking forward to it since I wasn't hired in time last summer to attend.

I got up this Thursday morning and instantly knew I would not be able to go. I contacted a lady I work with to pass along my regrets, and I felt good that she said I had made the right decision.

So I've been in bed all day today, with my fabulous husband taking fabulous care of me. I even had a very nice visit from Andrea and her parents who were passing through the area. I felt bad because I was really nauseous and had to stay in bed while they were here. But seeing Andrea really brightened my day! :-)

I'm hoping to be able to get up and move around tomorrow, or at least lay on my side... High hopes. :-)