So... how did it go?

Yes, the surgery is over, and I came through it just fine. My thoughts are still fairly random at this point. And if it wasn't for spell-check that would have said "farily ramdom." Yeah, that's about right. Pain killers are what they are, I suppose. So forgive the rambling-ness of this post. At the very least, it should be entertaining. (Or "shoudl" be entertaining... whichever.)

I won't lie - I'm in a lot of pain. But at the same time, it's all relative. I've been living with constant pain for 18 years, and this particular pain is temporary. So in a way, it's nothing. I don't know when it will go away, but I know that it will, and that makes a HUGE difference.

At this point, my days are still kind of a blur. I wake up, take pain killers, sit up and talk to my husband, or visit with my kids, or watch a little tv, or whatever, until I'm too exhausted (which doesn't take very long), and then I lay down, take more pain killers when it's time, and usually end up falling back asleep pretty quickly. Then I do the same thing the next time the drugs wear off and the pain wakes me up. I still have to look at my phone or my computer to see what day it is, and then try to calculate how long it's been since surgery. (Ever seen a drugged-up post-op patient try to do math? I'm sure it's very amusing.)

I have to wear the cervical collar for two weeks... and yes, I do feel like Joan Cusack in Sixteen Candles. And yes, it's only funny when you're watching someone else do it. I haven't tried drinking from a water fountain, but cups are challenging enough. And straws. The first cruel thing that the post-op nurse did to me was give me a cup of juice and a straw and make me figure out how to use it. Oh, sure. It's a little funny now. At the time it was just mean. :)

Ok - I'm exhausted. (Told you it didn't take much.) And my current dose of medication is starting to kick in, so it's time to lay down and stare at the ceiling for a little while. ... Jealous much? Yeah, you know you are. Don't try to hide it. :)