It's post-op day 6 and I still flippin hurt! Granted it's not as bad as it has been, but I still feel like I can't breathe right and that I have air getting stuck where the band is. It's quite uncomfortable. I also tend to get a hiccup or two after every sip and hiccups hurt bad, s does yawning. Today there's a burning sensation where my port incision is. I'm trying to increase my water intake but our water has a funny aftertaste to it, even after being filtered. I asked Hubster to pick up some bottled water for me last night, but apparently that was asking too much.
I also feel as if I've been sucked dry of energy. I hit my point of "done" last night which I think peeved hubby off. I went with our out of town guests to the Oz Museum and the Oz Winery yesterday. We were gone about 3 hours total and nothing hard core. But last night by 9, I was hurting, sore and tired. I just wanted to go to bed. I apologized to our houseguest for calling it an early night, told Hubster I was taking my meds, taking out my contacts and going to bed. Then he has to come in after I'm half asleep and ask assanine questions like where is Monster going to sleep? I don't really give a rat's ass...he can sleep wherever he wants as long as you guys leave me alone!!!
Hubster has been less than supportive through this. He spent the weekend asking why I was trying to be a badass and only take the minimum dose of pain meds. Why? Because you're too busy working on the house to bother watching the kids who are still fighting and getting into stuff they know they're not supposed to be.. Yes, I asked you to take Monster to the dump with you because I don't think it's wise to leave him with me when I can't chase him, pick him up and am loopy from pain meds. You ask what I let him get into? I didn't let him get into anything...you're supposed to be watching him, remember?
Oh, and yes, I did call crying Tuesday because I was left alone with Monster, who knew I couldn't chase him, pick him up or really do anything to make him mind. So yes, he ran wild and I wanted to drop him off on the steps of the first orphanage I came across. I didn't get to take any pain meds that day to deal with the pain and naps were out of the question because we know Monster got his name honestly. Yes, I was tired and wore out before you came home from work. Yes, I was a cranky bitch who had company from out of town coming in a matter of hours, which you knew about and the house was a flipping wreck. I probably overdid it because I did do the sweeping and mopping and attempted to vacuum as well. When I have complications and it's taking longer to heal, that's because you, Hubster, are a heel!
Oh and I'm sorry I didn't make dinner. But in case you haven't noticed, I can barely get my own nutritional needs met. Man up! You know where the grocery store is and how to work the stove, oven and microwave. If that's too complicated, there's a grill outside that works and the weather is great for it.
Trying to keep up with 3 year old Monster alone has been a challenge. I refuse to take the pain meds because of how loopy they make me when I am responsible for supervising him and my friend's 3 month old. I gotta be at the top of my game for that!
I did finally sleep in my bed last night...it's the first since having surgery. I had been sleeping propped up on the couch until then. I slept much better than I had...and woke up a bit late this morning. Meaning I woke up Munchkin late. She did luckily get dressed, have breakfast and catch the bus but barely. More bad mom awards my way!