My surgery went well. The doctor told my husband that there were no complications and I only lost about an ounce of blood. My recovery has not been so uneventful. I had a difficult time coming out of anesthesia. I did not suffer from nausea, but I just couldn’t wake up. The best way I can describe it is swimming through mud. I was in the recovery room longer than normal and Monday evening now seems like a dream to me. My husband and my mother found me quite amusing, though. I came home Tuesday evening. Bless my husband’s heart – he has been quite the caregiver, all the while battling his own illness as well as the illnesses of my children. Thankfully, he has seen the light when it comes to running a household and caring for children. Several times he has said things are much harder than he imagined.
I am still quite sore. Today was the first day I was really out of the house. When we got home, I quickly fell asleep. It still is terribly painful to laugh, but the swelling has gone down and I am slightly more comfortable in general.
I need to get back into bed now, though. Sitting upright in a firm chair is only tolerable for a short time. Thank you David and modesty for your kind thoughts. I am happy to say my fear of the worst did not come true.