the past few days are a total haze to me. i'm high but comfortable. from what i recall the hospital was uneventful. the first night was blissful (thank you morphine), the second (unplanned) night was very painful as they tried to manage my oral meds. first night home was barfy and headachy now i'm on a steady stream of oxy and valium which is keeping things pretty well under control. drains are less irritating than i thought, maybe because i was used to the hickman. i can sleep on my side a bit though the right side it leaking some.
buh-buh boobies. and away we go! ta-da! that's no breast tissue + expanders + 50cc's of saline. exhausting. danny on the boob tube, me ordering food, and texting a mere two hours after surgery. stoned perhaps? drain exit! I still don't believe that there isn't a nipple under there. apparently i have to wait for the steri-strip to come off to know for sure. first Lorenzo was terrified to get near me. not p... and finally, the way to my heart: nutter butter bites. these little tasties stave off nausea when taking a huge cocktail of prescription medications, even in the middle of the night. fyi: they can be found in the dollar section of target. just sayin'...