I had abdominal surgery on the 31st. I went in for surgery sometime around 10:30am, and came out around 1:00pm, though I only vaguely remember waking up – but not being able to open my eyes – sometime around 2:00pm, and when I was asked about my pain level, I responded with “15″ on a scale of 1-10. Heh. Abdominal surgery sucks. This is my second one in just eight weeks, my fourth one in three years, and my fifth one total, and dear god I hope this is the last one.
The pain from abdominal surgery, even while being “managed” by pain medication (Morphine, Dilaudid, Percocet, etc.), can make you forget everything, from the day it is to the time it is to things you wanted to do that upcoming weekend to the Honeywell Barcode Scanner you ordered and were so excited about.
I’m two days out from surgery now, and I wish I could say I’m feeling a LOT better since the day of surgery, but the truth is, I’m not. While I do feel much more “with” it – I’ve all but shaken the fogginess and grogginess that anesthesia causes – I’m still feeling pretty icky overall, and am not doing much besides trying to stay hydrated, rested, and well medicated.
In the meantime, Dan has taken some time off of work to help, and so has Jason, who rocks and is an awesome friend. ♥
My name is Jenn, and I'm 27 years old. I'm happily married to my best friend and soulmate, Daniel. Together we have a seven year old daughter named 
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