Well, I was told this wouldn't be a cakewalk. Today was more like a pie in the face. A sh*t pie. No one was laughing.
Today was the first truly difficult day. The meds have started to have their unpleasant side effects, so have decided to come off them. I don't know how people make it through a true and full rehab after years of addiction - it's not even been a week and getting off my comparably modest post-surgical cocktail is a tango with a hydra on the Titanic: cold yet sweaty, grasping and relentless, and I'm in stilettos. So is the hydra... Add to this a poor night's sleep, jittery hyper activity to get kids to school and us to my plastics appointment, and then driving rain and standstill traffic: well, this is apparently what they refer to as: "don't overdo it."
From the relative comfort of K&J's Best Chair Ever (it's even green leather!) this evening, I can look at this day a little ruefully. Respect the sleeping dragon that is Recovery. Got it. Also: one less drain is definitely 50% better. I need to eat more, much more, and more wisely (protein shakes :-O!). So grateful to come home from the hospital today to a fridge full of groceries, R.B.'s AH-MAZING chicken soup and fougasse, and the E Family Feast that is currently warming in the oven: there was even a hand printed menu in the classiest French bistro style! Also witnessed the inaugural launch of Massachusetts Boy Transport Alliance to great success - thank you all who care for and drive F&T daily.
Finally: if you should happen to overdo it... here is a great recipe for nausea, muscles and gut cramps, and associated headache. Combine the following with Dave Brubeck's "Strange Meadowlark" and feel it will all be a little better tomorrow.