OK, so the majority of us had had kids (& or surgery) in our lifetime. I am not a "delicate" person by any means, so "take it easy" TO ME is not exactly what most people consider "taking it easy." I still vacuum. I still dust. I still corall the dog.
So, today (day 6 after surgery), I thought nothing of walking down the stairs on my back deck to talk with a neighbor was no big deal. Anid it wouldn't have been, had I not "missed" a step and had to catch myself from falling. (When did I get so fucking clumsy anyhow??) Of course I felt like I ripped a body part off! So, with tears in my eyes (fanning them away as I walked towards the neighbor so she wouldn't see, because super hero Moms don't cry, right?!), I walked over to have a converstation with her. Thankfully it was quick and to the point, but DAMN I was hurting...it felt like an eternity.
Once I was carefully back upstairs, safe in my house, I held my pained parts and pleaded with the wine bottle to grow legs and walk to me. Well, once that was apparently NOT going to happen, I got up and poured my own wine. I went to my home Pharmacy (no, not a medicine cabinet at this point) and took a Vicadin, a Valuim, and Celebrex.
Can I just say......
I. LOVE. MY. MEDS.
Currently, I am on glass #2 of wine and I am feeling so so much less pain right now. But don't even THINK of fucking touching me! I might bite your extremity off!