So, I had surgery a week ago. Needless to say, it has been a very uncomfortable week. Sometimes very painful. I’m toying with the idea of going back to work tomorrow, but we’ll see how today goes.
Nothing much to tell, because I’ve basically watched tv and laid on the couch for eight days straight, trying not to cough, sneeze or laugh for the sake of my stitches.
The other night, I was able to move my arms enough to wash my hair for the first time, and it was so exhausting, I fell asleep on the couch immediately after. When I woke up the next morning, I told Coleman:
“Do you realize that this is what I would look like every day if I didn’t do anything to myself? If I let my hair do what it wanted, didn’t wear makeup, and wore baggy t-shirts every day?”
He looked at me, paused, and said, “Wow. Thank you.”
Not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.