Six weeks ago today, I was made comfortable on the couch at my cousin’s house. She had set a chair beside me with water (several bottles) and my pain pills. I was well cared for.
Now, I’m sitting in my own house in my own chair and feeling no pain. When I met my sisters and niece last week, one of them asked if I am still tender. No. It’s been a long time (relatively speaking) since I’ve had any pain. I do still get tired easily but maybe that’s as much from being out of shape to begin with as the surgery. Of course, the doctor did say I should begin to feel good six to eight weeks after and heal completely in a year.
Last night, I went to bed without taking cough medicine or melatonin. That’s the first time in a long time I’ve tried that. I slept. I was hoping I would be perkier today. If I was, I didn’t know it.
I woke just before sunrise and saw the sky was getting red. “Red sky at morning”?
Of course, almost before I knew it, there were cats swarming around me. I tried to get pictures but they were moving too fast for the amount of light. One did slow down long enough, though.
Twinkle wasn’t at the front door when I came back in. She was in the bedroom looking out the window at the competitors for my attention. She voiced her disapproval by hissing. Or is that really her voice?
Her heating pad has quit. I ordered a self-warming pad that should work even if the power is off. Lots of people (and animals) seem to be happy with it.
I was supposed to go in for my barium swallow tomorrow but I called and postponed it. My next appointment with the pulmonologist isn’t until January so there’s no big rush. Another body blow isn’t something I need right now, anyway.
The Internet has been iffy since mid-morning. It would be up for a few seconds and then go down. I was trying to modify the format for the Sabbath School lessons according to the wishes of the editor. If I didn’t catch it at just the right time, there was no way to upload what I’d done. It finally evened out late this afternoon.
My cousin was working at home today. She had a crew putting up Sheetrock in the spare bedroom. The woman doesn’t know how to take a break. My CIL loaned me the video used at the viewing on Sunday. I haven’t gotten around to watching it yet.
Twinkle is on the heating pad. You’d think she’d realize it isn’t warm. Oh, well. She’s had her B-12, I’ve fed her and I’m soon going to hit the hay.