Recovering

The morning after the surgery my doctor came by my room to see how I was feeling.  After a post-op snack of vanilla pudding and a midnight snack of graham crackers and peanut butter, I was ready to try an actual meal.  I got the green light for a hospital meal - cream of wheat, scrambled eggs, and a bagel - maybe I wasn't as hungry as I thought, blech.  During our conversation, he told me that my gall bladder looked horrible - inflamed and irritated.  And difficult to get out.  He had to cut my belly button a little more than planned.  Yikes.  That explains why it was so sore (and still is).  I hope it heals okay.  It is only for decoration so it has to be cute, right?
Today I went for my post-op visit.  The pathologist reported back with a diagnosis - acute hemorrhagic cholecystitis.  Doesn't that sound lovely?  He seemed secretly impressed (I often wonder if doctors get excited over a big named problem that they've successfully fixed).  I was wondering if I could earn a medal for managing, or suffering, with that crappy organ.  Probably not.  Plus I'm thinking there should be a manufacturer's warranty on this kind of thing.  Mom, is there monetary compensation for my pain and future life with one less organ?  My sisters seem to be in good order, I think it's fair to ask.
Anyways, I've been laying around on the couch since Friday.  My technique for getting up has greatly improved.  I can walk around the house and take care of myself.  Also, today was my first day driving.  Slightly uncomfortable.  Seatbelts save lives, but are annoying at times like this.
Adrian has been a real trooper.  He spent a couple hours with me after the surgery while a friend of mine watched the boys.  I had to make sure he was ready for his big night alone with them.  On the way home Friday he went in Target and filled my prescription for good pain meds and then promptly placed me on the couch with a blanket and pillow.  He fetched water and food when I ever I requested it.  He ran the taxi for the boys everyday.  Nicholas and Travis were great helpers too.  They are good for minor fetching and lovely company for laying on the couch watching TV.  Speaking of TV, I am all caught up on my shows and then some.  Trust me.  Oh, and gossip magazines.  A couple friends stopped by with prepared meals and a stack of current People, US Weekly, and In Touch.  Since I'm not at a computer all day, I'm out of touch with real news in the world.  But whatever you want to know about Bristol and Levi, Fantasia's overdose, or the Jet Blue steward, I'm on it.