Recovering

First off, thank you all so much for your good wishes on Friday. That was very sweet of you guys.

The surgery went fine. I was under for 45 minutes and now will have a big incision scar on my back. CP has been a gem. After I got discharged I thought it was a fine idea to head to Whole Foods. I don’t remember much, but CP said that I wasn’t making much sense- I must have still been loopy from the anesthesia. Halfway through the hour ride home, the anesthesia wore off and sitting in the car was causing me PAIN. Instead of going home we smartly stopped at a pharmacy to pick up my prescription for Vicodin. The rest of the day I spent sleeping and/or out of it.

Randomly, the whole surgery brought out a weird fear I have. Have you ever watched any of those emergency room shows where they usually blur out the person’s face and their genitals but have to hurriedly cut off someone’s clothes in order to work on them? After watching those shows, I was like, wow I hope that if that ever happens to me I am in better shape. I don’t ever want a doctor to look at my body and think YUCK. Yes, I have thoughts where I worry about what the doctors think about my fat a** instead whatever serious medical problem I came in for. Welcome to my crazy mind.

So this obviously was a bit of a different situation as it wasn’t an emergency, but as I got on top of the operating table, a thought did cross my mind about whether they would be talking about my back fat or my cottage cheese thighs. Probably about a minute after I got on the table, I was out cold so the thoughts didn’t last long.

Saturday CP’s mom, stepfather and grandmother were supposed to come down for a late lunch, but I was still feeling icky. They ended up coming yesterday instead and we had an absolutely DELICIOUS meal. I will post some of the recipes later this week.

Last night Fuzzy Britches started retching, looking very uncomfortable, licking her chops, trying to stretch her stomach, etc. so we were worried that she had bloat. That resulted in a 30 min car ride to the only open vet hospital in the area where they said that she probably didn’t have it, but could get x-rays just in case. We decided against the x-rays b/c she seemed to be doing better, but might get her checked out by our regular vet b/c she has done this three times in the last month or so and could be a sign of something else. Booo for our puppy getting older. :-(

Time to head home. I am not looking forward to the drive home and it is very uncomfortable (as it has been sitting in my desk chair all day long). However, CP delayed his flight until tomorrow morning so that we could hang out tonight (YAY!). We are both hoping that he won’t have to travel again for a couple of weeks…