I knew recovery would be a process, with ups and downs and all, but until last night it's pretty much been all ups.
And then came SHOWER DAY which excited me, and meant taking off the dressings to see the incision and drain ports...and then redressing everything.
Problem is, I chose the wrong materials for this. The gauze pads were not quite right, the tape abysmal, and by the time, and it had to be done twice, which included a night time trip to the store by Spouse Thingy to get the right things. n hour or so before bed, I was all padded and taped up, and it was decided that there would be no shower today; leave those suckers alone so the surgeon (or his nurse or assistant) can deal with it tomorrow.
It also means that today, I am very, very tired. I wanted to go grocery shopping, but was not given the chance. Spouse Thingy made a list and went without me.
He also suggested I drink the Gatorade the doc sent home with me, and he'd pick up more while out.
So today is a quiet day. I might take a nap, but am really hoping that by 3-4 this afternoon I'll perk up and can make him take me out for an ice cream cone.
Still, everything is going really well. Not much pain at all, just some itching under the tape. Drains come out tomorrow, which will help (and I won't have to be so protective of Ducky tying to play with the tubes.) I still feel bad for him...he wants to come in the room at night and cuddle so badly. I got up in the middle of the night to pee yet again, and he was curled up on a hamper just outside the door. And then cried when I wouldn't let him in.
It should be noted that CJ and Ozzy don't give a krap lol.
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Still praying for a speedy and uneventful recovery.
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