I don't look like this today, but I did last night.
I went out twice yesterday. The Lovely Daughter took me shopping for a couple of things and later, The Quiet Husband dropped me off at church. It takes me a l-o-n-g time to get going in the morning, so I figured that my only hope for an Advent I service was a Catholic Vigil Mass. It was beautiful, a few new liturgy (effective last night) bloopers notwithstanding.
Pain mostly gone; no more meds since a couple of days ago. The evil drain has been out since last Wednesday.
Family: They are GREAT. It must be like living with a blob in the living room, but they put up with me most generously.
One iron. I don't know what I was thinking, but I forgot, the first couple of days, that my arm movement was limited. Small crash.
Focus. I can't concentrate enough to read for more than a few paragraphs, and I can't follow a phone conversation; I need the visual cues of face-to-face contact. I assume this is part of the post-anesthesia fog, but it's quite disconcerting. The headache (four days) and vision problems (a week) have resolved themselves, so presumably this will as well.
Energy. I just read something about post-surgery fatigue and it was pretty scary. I barely move (yesterday was a huge exception), and I am completely exhausted.
Emotional Life: Wow, is that on a roller coaster. Use your imagination.