Wednesday - Trying to Recover

Last Edit December 21, 1998

I am walking, walking, walking.
I am bored, bored, bored.
I have my tubes (IV, side drain), but the O2 and catheter are history.
With my Mary-Jane stockings (where are my black patent buckle shoes?).
I can't go home yet.
I ran a slight fever.
I am draining too much.
I have antibiotics.
Pain killer (off Morphine) and on to Torodol and PepsidAC. I also chew GasX.
I walk pushing the IV tree. Up and down. Up and down.
I walk the halls every time I stagger out of bed to the bathroom.
They are measuring my output.
And tracking my input. Fluid in - fluid out.
And check my vital signs at weird hours.
It's been two day since the operation.
TV is boring.
I fall asleep reading.
I am on food.
I am on Medifast.
I am behaving.
I was 160lbs when I checked in. (I was misbehaving last month - stress - and was happy to hold my own.)
I don't know what I am now but I will be 154 by January. I want to make 145 by March.
My goals.
135 is not far behind that.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
I can already wear clothes I made in 1995.
My purple suit - the one I was wearing when sitting on Fabio's knee in Nashville - that is my goal.
I like that suit.
It was fun to sew.
I have dresses I had just made - Delta Burke patterns. I can't wear them! They are falling off!
That's a good and a bad thing.
Some creative added seams and a zipper. They are zipper-less. I can rescue them. When I feel up to it.
They are in good fabric.
I fit size 9B shoes - down from 9C.
That's also good.
It's easier to move when thinner.
But it took three people to roll me about in surgery.
"She's heavy."
Egad. How embarrassing.
I'll behave.
I still want a Caramel Sugar Daddy.
My childhood treat.
And I still want decaf.
Sorry Fabio! I'll reduce my intake but I haven't quite given it up.
Working on it.
Coffee is an addiction.
The nurses have just added a mesh glove over my IV hand.
I am reminded that I want my bedroom carpeted by Christmas.
My son's room done too.
A "new" house - as in remodeled and repaired.
For the new year.
Matches a new Mom. As in repaired.
I am reminded I need to vacuum my older son's footprints off the new carpet.