oy.

It's past 8 pm and I'm finally blogging. Better late than never I suppose.

Today was my first day back at work. I'm grateful to have such supportive colleagues. I work a split shift most days, and after the first half, they could see I was wiped and let me go home and sleep the rest of the day. (Seriously, I was told I was pale. Seeing as how I'm already as white as they come and wear the lightest shade of foundation....to point out that I'm pale is cause for concern).

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This recovery was and has been strange compared to last year's surgery. Last year I felt like crap and barely moved for a week straight. Then one day, it was like "hey, I can stand up for more than two minutes!"

Not so much this time.

This time it went something like this:

Thursday: Wake up from surgery. want to die.
Friday: Sleep into the evening. wake up. decide I feel great. Make myself dinner. Realize I'm getting dizzy and should quit while I'm ahead. Go to sleep.
Saturday: Why did I cook dinner? I feel like I've been hit by a truck. Why didn't I fill that nausea prescription? Oh, cuz last year I didn't need it so I didn't bother this year. Sean, please go get it now!
Sunday: Still feel like I got hit by a truck.
Monday: This isn't so bad, maybe I'll recover quicker and go back to work early.
Tuesday: Ha, why did I say that? I feel like I felt on Saturday.

And so it went all throughout the week. Saturday and Sunday Sean & I ventured into public a little bit to test my tolerance before my return to work. Both days ended with headaches, but it could have been worse.

Really. I could have had a less sympathetic job and worked until I passed out. I could have reported to jury duty (seriously, I was summoned beginning today and they denied my request for an excuse. Wouldn't even look at the doctor's note that said Hey, I just cut this chick's ear off and she can't hear. Bad idea!). Thankfully it was postponed last minute til next Monday. It's still a nuisance, but hopefully  I'll be in better shape by then.

I also could have had a crappy hubby who acts like this:

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I don't, of course. My husband rocks. He's definitely good company when I feel like crap. He even helps unload the dishwasher. Hmm...maybe I should have surgery more often.





PS - For those who don't know me, here is a resource on what I've been dealing with hence the surgeries.

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3 comments

  1. I hate that you are still feeling horrible and you still have to go to jury duty!? Praying that you feel better soon!

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  2. Hi Bekah, I'm a new follower from the Monday hop. Love, love, love your blog layout! It seems simple yet intricately designed which is kinda ironic but I love it! Hope you're feeling way better hun!

    I'd love it if you can follow me back :)

    xoxo
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