Surgery blog: Day 1 Post-Op

I should have gotten the wheelchair :-P The operational mantra today is "I was an idiot to have this done." I hurt. My toes are throbbing and my feet are swollen. Seems kind of nonsensical to inflict greater pain to cure pain. Rationally, I know that this is a curative thing, but it's hard to maintain a rational perspective when just hobbling to the bathroom makes you want to puke and pass out. Now for a little self-indulgence.
I'm tired of laying on my back. There's nothing on TV. The frozen peas don't stay cold long enough.

Doc called to check on me today. My roomie called him yesterday to check if my nausea when standing was normal. My nurse from the surgery center also called to make sure everything was okay. Gotta say, the surgery center people were the nicest. I guess it helps if you are the first patient on a light day. Still getting tired very easily and by god, I'm wondering if my pain medication will last until I can demand a refill on Friday. I'm taking at least one every four hours, but usually two. I'm going to try that recommended glass of wine and see if I can make the pain meds stretch a little further. Oh and did I mention it's tough to have any shame or modesty when you need help just going to bathroom and you're changing pajamas in the living room? These are things they don't tell you before surgery even with the most honest doctor.