I feel like crap. I feel great. One moment I’ll be reading, feeling fine, and then I will suddenly be so weak that I can’t hold my book. I was reading a story to Eyvind when my mouth had had enough and started to throb. My graft site is definitely giving me the most trouble. I’ve decided facial pain is my Achilles Heel. If ever I was tempted by plastic surgery, that has been purged from my system.
Obviously, I’m totally hopped up on meds; I can barely keep a train of thought going. All I know is that I am perfectly fine and not at all fine.
I can't believe that you are posting about being post surgery! Get off the computer woman, drug yourself up, and SLEEP for the weekend. :(
ReplyDeleteI am sitting in bed with the iPad. It's a good distraction for the times when the drugs haven't fully kicked in. Don't worry, I'm getting plenty of rest.
ReplyDeleteOk. As long as you are getting plenty of rest. :)
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