Saint Steven

As if I needed any confirmation of the fact that my husband loves me, he, once again, proved it times ten. I had a rough first night. I tried to walk as much as I could when I got home from surgery, but the gas was not being released that they put in during surgery to inflate the stomach. It felt good when I crouched over, but as soon as I tried to stand, or lie down, ouch. Steve got up with me the first three times when I had to go to the bathroom, helping me in and out of bed. Then I fell asleep, despite the pain, and when I awoke at 12:30 a.m. to pain, he got up, yet again, and promised he would not let my pain meds wear off, so he set his alarm for four hours later, and again to make sure I would get it every four hours. The man is a saint. He's the best caregiver a woman could ever ask for, and on top of being up all night with me, he's at work today from 6-2:30. I can't imagine how he's staying alert.

Regarding yesterday, everything went well, I was out of there by 2:30, and home. I started getting nauseous on my way home in the Jeep, but figured it was because I decided to take a nap, and when that happened, I opened my eyes, and kept deep breathing until the feeling passed. The LAST thing I wanted to do was barf! It happened again last evening, and once again I let it pass without actually barfing. All I could think of was the terrible pain I was already in and that I really didn't want more of it! :)

I've been sitting at my computer now for about 30 mins. and I'm already tired. It's time to go recline. My goal I set today was to walk up to the mailbox around 12:30 but that depends on the weather. Not sure how hot it will be, but that's my day after surgery goal. Oh, and they ended up doing three incisions instead of one, probably because when they got in there, Dr. Snyder discovered a hiatel hernia, which he repaired. That was the only complication, so it added time to the surgery, but I think it's also adding to my pain.

I've got to go lie down. I'll be back...