*Sitting up is exhausting work.
*The Weasel is unerringly drawn to my incision sites.
*Small Fry must think that hysterectomy boo-boos are somehow akin to a pregnant belly, because she's offered to let each of our guests take a peek.
*I really need a new pair of glasses. Jester came right out and asked me tonight just how long I'd had them. New specs just moved up on the list.
*Hugs hurt. This is very sad. I have to hug carefully.
*My poor lower back is unhappy with me, because my abdominal muscles don't want to work, so they're picking up the slack.
*I have the emotional stability of jello.
*I really should not watch reruns of "The Nanny" while recovering. Specifically, not the one where they're throwing a surprise 50th birthday party for Fran's mom Sylvia, and Mistah Sheffield comes home unexpectedly and mid-party, where he finds Niles inhaling helium out of a balloon. Niles's greeting was in such a squeaky voice that I couldn't stop the bubble of laughter. My hands were supporting my incisions (I have five) immediately. I think the giggle was worth it, though.
*I love Vicodin.