Ding Dong. Doom and Gloom Calling.
Last night was one of the worst since coming home from the hospital. My stomach hurt around my incision (both inside and out) and I couldn’t get comfortable. I tossed, I turned. I squirmed. I wiggled. Then, when I did find a comfortable position, I’d be hit with either a hot flash or a night sweat that would wake me up all over again.
In desparation at 3am I took benedryl and slept until 7.
Bob is insisting I need to sleep today, but I don’t want to sleep all day and not be able to sleep tonight.
I got spoiled after my gastric bypass surgery. I was up and moving around like nothing happened after 7 days. This is taking forever to feel better from. And from everything I’ve read, I “knew” that, but hoped it wouldn’t be true for me. They cut things. They moved things. They re-arranged organs. I was out longer. It was a larger incision. Blah blah blah. Fuggetaboudit – I wanna sleep.
And the hot flashes. Holy hell the hot flashes. They suck goat nuts.