24 Hours Post-op

I am writing from my hospital bed. My surgery was 24 hours ago. It has already been quite a journey and nothing has really even happened yet. I woke from surgery groggy, of course. Slipped in and out of sleep. Eventually I was taken to my room and left alone to recover. When I did wake up fully I remember thinking a few things...wow, the pain! and I have made a decision that I will never be able to reverse. Through the night the nurses would come and check on me. Taking my temperature and blood pressure. The pain, I finally realized, was not the incisions but the co2 trying to escape my body. That pain has slowly gone away but every so often I get a sharp sliver through my chest. None of it has been unbearable and all of it, I trust, will be worth it.

In and out of sleep.

Little walks down the hall.

Answering phone calls and text messages.

Blood pressure and temperature check ups.

Lots of trips to the bathroom.

One leak test.

That's my 24 hours in a nutshell.

Kelly