Tearful Tuesday

OK, OK, slight emotional breakdown today. Chalk it up to a combination of trying to do too much this morning, finally being assigned to my favorite nurse Karen and one of those stupid nanny TV shows reminding me that I miss Parker terribly. That's right; I blame reality television. Good lesson for me, tho, because there is a lot to focus on here besides how much I miss Parker; must be careful what I watch when Jason leaves. No nanny shows. I'll stick with Alias, Voyager, Seinfeld, and my personal favorite hospital guilty pleasure, What Not to Wear. I get so close to thinking cable would be nice when I watch that show, but a few Victoria Secret commercials (and stupid nanny shows), and I always remember why we DON'T have it.

All tears aside, tho, it's been a pretty good day. My digestive system always wakes up around Day 3 or 4, which means it takes the brunt of absorbing and moving out all the gas that gets caught in the abdomen during surgery. This may sound merely embarrasing, but the resulting pain is intense... and in my case, somewhat nauseating. I've learned in the past tho, not to be a hero - take the drugs. We like the drugs.

My darling Jason is amazing. He's spent 5 days now looking at the same 4 walls. Getting very good at computer pinball. He got to wash my hair for me today, just for a change. If we were on vacation, I would be loving all this concentrated time together, but (I never thought I'd say this) being waited on 24/7 by my husband is a little frustrating. It feels unfair and I end up just becoming annoyed. But I need to not speak too soon; he booked his plane home for Thursday to be with Parker for a week before coming back to bring me home. I'll be missing him before he boards the plane; I know. Well, maybe not that soon - his flight leaves at 7 am, and I hope to be sleeping until at least 7:30!!

To balance that sad event, tho, one of my college roommates, Amy, who I haven't seen for a decade or so, is in Florida visiting her in-laws and showing off her adorable new daughter. It looks like she might be able to come visit on Friday since she's only an hour or so away! It's so sweet of her to give up family time to come see me, and I'm so excited to see her!

Next week, I'll be on my own. However, I did learn today that the center has 8 new BCIR's scheduled for November beginning next week, so maybe I can be of some use as the resident alumni. It's a bit lonely around here with only 4 or 5 patients right now, but one of my contacts here told me that she suspects the schedule reflects my surgeon's love of baseball - he wanted to be free to flit here and there watching his beloved Rays play in the World Series. I knew I should have written "Go Rays" on my tummy before surgery to stay on his good side!!

Every day gets a little better - so no tears tomorrow! I'm afraid if I get too emotional, they'll sic that psychologist on me. AGH!!