Among the many detestable things with reference to being post-op is the constant focus on one's personal physical well-being. It is SO BORING, which explains why I do not host a cable tv show on food or fitness.
Well, ok, so there might be other reasons for the latter.
I am all about pain control today. I thought that I was in pretty good shape last night, so I cut back on the meds and started looking forward to a shower.
Really stupid idea, which left me looking at my phone every minute for the last hour this morning until I could load up. And load up I did!
And then I slept soundly for three solid hours.
And now I am too tired for that desperately longed-for shower.
The good news is that I have recovered almost complete movement of my left arm. It hurts, but it moves. This is A Very Big Deal!
I suppose everything will work together eventually.
See how boring this is? But the only other thing on which I have to report is the drama of narcotic-induced dreams, which I forget as soon as I wake up. And also, I suppose (see Caring Bridge), my late-night discovery of the Barbie Channel. Who knew?