I sleep more hours than I am awake in the day. I can only eat mushy foods. I can't drink out of a straw. I get cranky, and I have trouble making coherent sentences. It's official, I feel like a baby. I guess it doesn't help either that I have a mom who set up a whole tray next to my bed that is constantly replenished with ice-cold water and fresca every hour, and she diligently gives me my pain medication every 4 hours. I could not ask for a better nurse!
I'm telling you if you ever have to go through this kind of pain or any kind of surgery, make sure you have a patient, understanding person devoted to you for at least 4 days. (I'm hoping by tomorrow I will be able to get out of bed on my own and get my own mint chocolate chip ice cream).
However, getting a milkshake hand delivered to my bed-side from one of my besties is not too shabby, either. Thank you Hales...it was delicious! :)
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