More surgery dreams
Had one last night, about just having the incision/scar, and moving very carefully, laying very carefully etc. I could almost feel the ghost of pain from it.
This past night I had one about my mom and Nick... that my mom was making me upset, and I left wherever I was (the night after surgery) to find Nick and curl up in his arms. That really is such a reassuring spot to be, and one of the things that I look forward to in my recovery.
I had another dream about it being 1PM on surgery day and me forgetting that it was surgery day, and then realizing, and then that feeling of OMG I did something terrible, thoughts running through my head like "OH SHIT I'm going to have to pay again" and "Nick won't be able to take off work again" and "I bet I won't be able to book again til February" and even "this must be a dream, why can't I wake up, I can't have missed my surgery!"
In other news, Target is a wonderful place! I loaded up on big bandage things (waterproof, for my belly button), thermometer, drugs, cheap pillows, cheap PJs and pants (I'm a size L, might be a M after all is said and done) and baby wipes (woo, unscented with aloe!). From home I got some washcloths.
I'm working on cleaning my apartment. I still need to get recliner from work to my apartment.
I got the Brazilian. The alarmingly white patch of flesh still startles me every time I see it.
I also have been spending time contemplating the stomach skin that is going away... almost surreal that that's going to be gone in a week.
Jeff is coming tomorrow, with cheese curds! We will clean the apartment.
Nick is coming the day after. I will prepare cookie dough for my gingerbread party on Sunday. And go to Haymarket and get veggies to stock the fridge. This weekend is going to be a lot of fun.
I have so much work to do, and everyone wants to use the real time PCR machine. Pleh.
This past night I had one about my mom and Nick... that my mom was making me upset, and I left wherever I was (the night after surgery) to find Nick and curl up in his arms. That really is such a reassuring spot to be, and one of the things that I look forward to in my recovery.
I had another dream about it being 1PM on surgery day and me forgetting that it was surgery day, and then realizing, and then that feeling of OMG I did something terrible, thoughts running through my head like "OH SHIT I'm going to have to pay again" and "Nick won't be able to take off work again" and "I bet I won't be able to book again til February" and even "this must be a dream, why can't I wake up, I can't have missed my surgery!"
In other news, Target is a wonderful place! I loaded up on big bandage things (waterproof, for my belly button), thermometer, drugs, cheap pillows, cheap PJs and pants (I'm a size L, might be a M after all is said and done) and baby wipes (woo, unscented with aloe!). From home I got some washcloths.
I'm working on cleaning my apartment. I still need to get recliner from work to my apartment.
I got the Brazilian. The alarmingly white patch of flesh still startles me every time I see it.
I also have been spending time contemplating the stomach skin that is going away... almost surreal that that's going to be gone in a week.
Jeff is coming tomorrow, with cheese curds! We will clean the apartment.
Nick is coming the day after. I will prepare cookie dough for my gingerbread party on Sunday. And go to Haymarket and get veggies to stock the fridge. This weekend is going to be a lot of fun.
I have so much work to do, and everyone wants to use the real time PCR machine. Pleh.