Next Day.

Now I have big bruises on my arms(seen here) from my IV sites from my surgery yesterday. The pain was worse from 10:30 last night as well after hardly being much of anything so I didn't get much sleep all night, maybe 3 hours or so. I also slept downstairs last night on the main floor(my mother's idea so I'd be closer to the fridge if I needed food or drink and not have to come back and down up and down from my room on the third floor, although I do have a bathroom up there) but everyone kept passing thru and coming in talking and turning the lights on all hours of the night(until 1 am at least, last time I checked) so it was hard to settle off to sleep with that as well. Buddy was the best night nurse ever as well; he kept a close protective, guarded watch over me all night and never left my side and whenever anyone would come in the room he'd bark loudly(which,of course, also would wake me up once I was asleep)  protecting me in my vulnerable state as I slept, warning me of an "intruder" and guarding me which made me feel loved, unlike the rest of my family that never even bothered to check on me once. I could have died in my sleep during the night and they wouldn't have even known. Buddy kept checking though as all during the night he'd "nudge" me to make sure I was still alive, I swear to God, and he'd make sure I'd stir in response and then he'd settle back down to sleep again, it was like he was checking me to make sure I was still alive, the exact same thing I do with him every time I wake up during the night; I lay my hand on him to make sure he's still breathing.

Today I also have a headache, it feels like I have this big lump of gunk stuck in my throat(and my throat still hurts and my voice is really hoarse and low) I keep coughing to loosen and it hurts my incisions(I'd normally take a photo of for you and you know I would because I'm generous like that as it's really not too gross but I don't want to show the world all my blubber on my fat hippo stomach but if it was anywhere else I would, unless it was on my ass or my yoo-hoo or something, which reminds me my mother told me to use grown-up words when referring to it with the doctor too and don't call it your 'rude-part' or something or else they'll think you're retarded or something...well, I am retarded...well, sort of...Asperger's actually) as well and I'm sweaty and my head feels warm so I might be running a fever but I hope I'm not developing an infection or something, esp. since my hubby's away in Toronto all day for work but it's also a nice break for me with him gone all day and the other day he snarked how I haven't fed him in years referring to the fact that I don't make him separate meals because he's picky and doesn't eat what I cook but it's not a restaurant; you either eat what's served or you starve, or make your own, and he's a grown man, perfectly capable of making his own meals if he doesn't like what's served...and besides, he hasn't f*cked me  in years, either so what can he say? They also said no sex or anything  up my ladybits for 6 weeks either as I heal(incl. vibrator!) not that I ever get any anyway but now without a uterus I can f*ck all I want(not that I have anyone to do it with so I literally have to f*ck myself, but I can't even do that for 6 weeks) and not have to worry about getting prego anymore.

It was funny yesterday too as the guy came to get me to take me back to the OR(to walk thru the Point Of No Return) for surgery he said This is the time to say those teary goodbyes and so I said to my mother It's showtime! See you on the other side! and the guy said, Gee, I hope not! thinking I meant the Other Side as in Heaven but I meant the other side of the door, in the recovery room, and I think tonight I'm going to sleep in my own bed where I'm more comfy and can actually get some sleep even if I have to crawl up 3 flights of stairs to get there. At least I know once I eventually get there I'll be able to sleep. We also did get a few cm of snow yesterday too but it later melted.