I didn’t think that surgery was going to be an fun and I was right. I like being back home but the ‘new’ routine stinks. I can’t go out and play, I only go outside to do my business, if you know what I mean, then back into the house.
Nikki left yesterday and we didn’t even get to face fight goodbye. Sorry Nikki, I would have loved to play but my folks say that is a no-no for the next couple of weeks.
I am eating a little bit (about 4 cups of food a day or about 40% of normal) but I am still on pain pills so they say that is normal. I really hate wearing this life preserver around my neck (they say it is to keep me from messing with the incision and that it is a substitute for an Elizabethan Cone). I am feeling a little better but how are you supposed to get well if you can’t run and play and have to spend 24 hours a day in this stupid neckwear. They did take it off for a little while yesterday in the den while they were in there giving me their undivided attention.
I normally don’t take pills so you can imagine my horror at having to take pills 3 times a day. In the morning I get 2-1/2 pills (in Velveeta cheese) and one pill crushed up and mixed with water. At lunch I get the same except they add in another pill and a half. Dinner is the same as breakfast except I get a different pill than at lunch. Why should anyone have to take so many pills? All I did was swallow a dishtowel. Big deal!!