1:42 p.m. - 2005-12-19
I've been sleeping mostly, because the pain meds are wicked, especially when coktailed with 800 proof Motrin.
The doc did a really good job. I only lost one ovary (sorry for you sensitive types). So I still have the other one and the other girlie part. So, I'm happy. And so much more comfortable than I was before surgery. Maybe its the drugs, but this pain is so much more tolerable. Six thinks it might be that I know this pain will ending a few weeks.
She's probably right.
The second doctor, who was assisting mine, came up to me yesterday and asked how the hell I was living with that level of excritiating pain. I told him that it came on so slowly, it just became "how it feels to be me." I didn't realize how bad it really was. Until the last couple of months anyway.
Of course, it also has to do with the three calls from Max. He wanted to make sure I was OK.
What a beautiful way to wake up from surgery. Hearing that part caribbean, part british voice in my ear telling me that I'm important. Only he could make me grin before the drugs kicked in.
My head's getting all fuzzy now. Gotta go sleep some more.