Like a rag doll

I have stitches sewing my bottom half to my top half, but I can't see them.

It's been two days and I am wrapped in a compression binder that goes from my bottom to right below my boobs. I have two tubes going into my chest (pain meds) and two tubes coming out of my hips (drainage). I have a medical box that dangles from around my neck that holds the medicine that goes into my chest. I cannot stand up straight.

I sleep sitting up and surprisingly, it's my back that is hurting rather than  my belly. When I think about it, this makes sense as I have not been using my belly muscles at all, so my back is working overtime to hold me up, allow me to walk, allow me to move. I get up and do laps around the house as walking promotes healing. I feel really good when I'm walking. It's 40 degrees out, or I'd be out on a walking trail. I just might this afternoon...tubes and all.

25 percocet pills were sent home with me and I've used 3. I attribute this to the nice little box that is around my neck and I'm grateful I don't have to be on the pain meds as they make my head fuzzy and my skin itch. They make me grumpy. Chris assures me I'm not annoying him.

Yesterday I watched Pregnant in Heels, 6 SVU episodes, 3 The Office episodes and SALT.

I am scared to poop. I am scared to blow my whistly nose. I don't want to think about the boys as I can feel myself starting to miss the little monsters.

I am curious to see what's in the binder. I want to peek, but I won't. Not till Tuesday at my post-op appt. I'll share a picture :)