Okay, I obviously have a defect in my brain. It’s not such a bad thing overall, because it’s obviously protecting me. In my own little world, I never imaged that this surgery could lay a person out so much.
Oh, don’t be incredulous at my expense. You all know me. I live in a wonderful, rose-tinted world where reality has a Gayle interpretation on it.
I can barely get dressed and all I’m wearing are easy-on, easy-off clothing. I can barely wash my own underarms due to limitation in motion/movement of both arms. And I’m still incredibly sore, dealing with swollen flaps under the arms and still with a drain.
Not exactly how I pictured the three-week mark. I had expected the drains to be gone. The ability to shower (oh, to shower!). And, more motion/movement in the arms than I have.
I think it’s boredom creeping in. I mean really, have you watched daytime television lately?? Good lord, it’ll rot the brain. Is there no intelligent life out there???
Sanity slipping more than usual.