So Near, Yet...

Pain level @ 12:24am:  6 with pain meds.

As time goes on, my pain is getting worse.  It's been a slow increase but tonight, that changed.  Sitting in my recliner, I suddenly felt hot, stabbing pain in where my right Stim is. It brought me to tears.

While I am a firm believer in never wishing time away, I am so wanting to just fast-forward to Monday.  I hate that.  I hate it because my wedding anniversary is on Sunday. I was really hoping that by now, I'd be ready to go out and celebrate twenty-four years of wedded bliss with my husband.  We still may try.  This pain is really slowing me down, though.

My left side is completely healed up, save for a tiny bit of a stitch that has yet to break away.

I've turned off my right Stim as per my doc's instructions.  It took a day, but now I am back to having to pee every other minute, or so it seems.   When I do finally get to sleep, I'm only awakened to have to go, and go. And go.  And with that, comes awful sleep patterns.  Right now, I get about five hours of sleep, but I end up going to bed around 7am.  I'm waking up between 11 and noon.  It is totally ruining my day.  You'd think with those kinds of hours, I'd be asleep by 6pm.  I wish.  I'll probably be up for a long time, yet.  I hate to say it, but I need something  mindless to get me though it.  TV gets old real quick and as much as I love to read, I can't concentrate on the words when I'm in this much pain and under the influence of hardcore pain meds. Thank God for my laptop.  I have an online jigsaw puzzle app that I play.  I also play The Sims 3. It's a total time sponge but, quite frankly my dears, I don't give a damn.

Well, I think I'll brew up some healing tea that my dear friend sent me.

Until next time,

Peace...

Mary