It was kind of fitting that my last race before surgery was one in which I won an award - a clay pitchfork. Because the scars that I have now on my belly look like I have been stabbed with a mean ol' pitchfork. One of the more interesting things - at least to me - is that instead of stitching me up -the incisions are glued up. I guess that is better than duct tape.
But surgery went fine - it was in the middle of the morning and I was released by the middle of the afternoon.
So, I wasn't sure how long it was going to take for me to get healed up and back on my feet. Fortunately, my sister came in from out of town - to take care of me and help out with the kids. My task the next few days was to rest and recover. One of my long lost favorite things to do was now top of the priority list: Nap. I passed this with flying colors, napping at least twice a day for several days while the world continued on without me. Just for fun on one evening I took my dose of Percoset and then tried to stay awake - the result was not pretty: Percoset 1 - Slobbering, drooling fool 0.
Monday rolled around and I went for the follow up visit to the surgeon where I heard music to my ears: I can now eat anything I like. Just to be sure I asked if that included ice cream and the angels then began singing to me as I heard the answer: yes!
|Home made apple pie goes best with ice cream|
At times a few thoughts crossed my mind - like - "I'm probably going to gain some weight here if I keep this up". My response: "Yes". And then: "Should I start exercising soon?" My response: "No".