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I Am Not Superwoman

I thought I would be with this recovery thing. I mean I was up and walking the day of my back surgery. I was itching to go back to work a couple days after my 2nd child was born. This thing? This thing kicked my ass. I feel like I had an up close and personal chat with a mac truck and the truck was unhappy. The entry points for the catheters are not feeling so bad. A lump under each one but not serious pain. I feel as though someone threw a softball at my left kidney though. And my hand is killing me where they had the iv. I didn't sleep the whole time I was there except for right afterwards because I was still drugged up. I was awake all Friday night/Saturday morning. I was sick for a good portion of that too. That's always fun. I kept hoping and praying that the kids were asleep for Fluffy and they were being good.

When we came home, my sister in law told me she was shocked the Peanut gave her so much grief. I was shocked too. I worry about Monkey Boy because of his past problems and it turns out the redheaded heathen is the one to be concerned about. She woke up at 330 am and demanded the tv be turned on. No. Demanded the light be turned on. No. Demanded some juice be brought to her. No. She says FINE and goes back to sleep. I think, nay, I know we're in trouble. The boy did ask for a leg massage at 4 am. That is totally my DNA flowing in those veins. They terrify yet make me happy.


Sarah O said…
I am so glad to hear you are ok. After my surgeries this year, some of the worst pains were from IV's or the position they had me in while I was out. I completely understand that part of it! If you ever need to talk, you know where to catch me!

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