I am quite reknown for my use of colorful language. Especially when I encounter sudden bursts of pain, such as when I miss the nail and hammer my thumb. In such situations my cats scurry from the room, Lee covers her ears and begins chanting, babies cry, strangers start praying and a cloud of blue air envelopes the atmosphere. However recent bouts of intense pain have left me totally speechless, it is a very debilitating pain. All I can do is bite my lower lip. If this continues much longer my reputation will be ruined. Immediate action is required!
In most respects my recovery from abdominal surgery is doing very well. After less than a week I can stand straight and walk about using my crutches with no difficulty. I no longer require assistance to get out of bed. I can get dressed and undressed with no assistance (although I do prefer Lee’s assistance with the latter 😆).
The problem lies with my guts, they just are not playing nice. Let me tell ya, there is not much worse than passive aggressive guts. They sort of work, but with no accomplishments, and they impart waves of sporadic and intense pain. No one likes change and my guts are no exception. After 67 years of doing the same thing in the same place , all of a sudden a chunk of them is removed and everyone has to move to the left. They were doing a good job and comfortable where they were, why should they have to move! Since, after all they are my guts, I wouldn’t be surprised if part of them are saying “f**k you!” So we are tweaking my pain meds a tad and getting some “secret sauce” that should slap my guts around a bit and remind them just who they work for!
In addition we have incorporated voodoo reinforcements. When Lee had her major series of surgeries (5 in 10 days) a few years ago, our dear friend Linda made her this magic Sock Monkey pillow. It worked wonders! I can already feel the power. Thank you Linda and thank all of you for your support, prayers and well wishes. You empower me.