Yesterday was a fantastic day. Yesterday, after going several hours past my next pain medicine dosage and feeling not too bad, I decided I no longer needed the Tramadol (woot!) and popped only extra strength Tylenol. Yesterday I showered. All by myself! (Still took a good bit longer than normal, but I’ll take it)! Yesterday I dressed (mostly by myself) and put on some mascara. Yesterday I had a doctor’s appointment to confirm that the swelling around my recently removed drain did indeed only appear to need compression since they had previously only seen a photo of it. Yesterday after my appointment, we stopped for a snoball. Yesterday I was feeling cognizant enough to get some work done. Yesterday we celebrated my being off narcotic pain meds with a happy hour drink at the Carousel Bar (yes super touristy, also, super fun), followed by a very enjoyable special COOLinary (basically restaurant week, but for a month) dinner on the front porch at Cavan).
Yesterday I felt relatively human. (At least as human as a 49 year old hunched over chick with a drain coming out of her body and bulging out her already bulged out belly.)
Yesterday I was daring.
Yesterday I was strong.
Today? Today I’ve only gotten out of bed to use the bathroom. My head is back to pounding and my eyelids are so heavy I wouldn’t be surprised if they actually weighed 10lbs. Each. Ex.haus.ted.
We were in fact so confident that this was our new reality, we didn’t even document all the days highlights believing that all days would now look like this so we’d get another chance.
Well, that and we forgot the camera at home. Maybe I wasn’t as with it yesterday.
Alas, my body has decided to remind me that I’m only a couple of short weeks out of major surgery. A good reminder, I guess.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I see a wee nap in my immediate future. That is, unfortunately, still my reality. But tomorrow? Tomorrow is another day and another chance to be daring. And to be strong.