In Which Too Much Is Revealed.

On Friday I was bouncy and self-congratulatory about my AMAZING POST-SURGICAL CONVALESCENCE.

I was all, "I feel fine! It's probably because I'm in such good shape! You know, y'all should really work out more often because then you, too, would be bouncy after your hysterectomies."

My zest for living faded later in the evening. By 11pm I was lying in bed being weepy because my bottom parts were hurting and no one downstairs knew that I was thirsty and I wanted attention. I availed  myself of modern technology to remedy the situation. I called everyone's cellphone. The first two were off, but I got lucky on the third try.  Evangeline was on her way to a friend's house but she kindly called  back on the house phone and told Josh to go upstairs and check on me.

He came up and patted my head and brought me water and cookies and was very sympathetic despite my whiny tone of voice.

I decided that today (Saturday) I would really take things easy and be a complete invalid so as to not overdo things.  So I did, and it was boring. I don't like forced inactivity. I read a little, I watched some tv, and I napped a lot. The high point of the day was going to the bathroom.  You know, the post-surgical  bowel movement. Dumping out. Downsizing. Burying a Quaker. Dropping the kids off at the pool. Making a package. Whatever your favorite euphemism, the post-surgical bathroom experience can be scary. I didn't pass out or anything, but I was a little shaky afterwards.

It was all so exciting.

And now it is 2am on Sunday morning and I cannot sleep at all, probably because I napped all day. I am lonely and bored and I can't think of anything to dooooooooo.

Even the internet has let me down. Apparently no one updates their blogs at midnight on Saturday. I rummaged around and re-discovered an old trainwreck journal that I used to enjoy reading for the sheer fun of feeling superior and  smart, and I plowed my way through the archives with a great deal of enthusiasm. But you know what? It was just sad, reading about this woman's fucked up life, even when I factored in the fun of the tarot cards and the one-night stands and the witch powers. I wouldn't feel so bad if she didn't have a kid, but of course she does. It was hard to enjoy.

The Benadryl has kicked in so I guess I should go get some rest now. Tomorrow I will try not to nap so much. I will attempt to be just active enough to maintain my sanity, but not so much that I overdo it and get all weepy and self-pitying.

Talk to you later.

Comments

[cazza]

Oh, Mary, you poor thing.

What you experienced was normal post-anaesthetic blues. But it sucks. And the wonderful mood you had on Friday? A sort of post-anaesthetic high! Also normal. But it will all be better from now.

Especially now that things are moving, so to speak.

It's a shame that phone calls overseas cost so much cos you could have rung me as it wouldn't have been 2am down here!

Enjoy Sunday. Nap at will. Take a sleeper if you have to at bed time.

Take it easy and heal.

hugs

[Stacey]

Hey, I can't sleep either! Hope you're feeling better very soon!

[Vanessa]

I hate that desperate feeling when you're bored, don't want to read a book, not feeling well, it's the middle of the night, and you're wanting to read fresh blog material and there are no updates! (I'm a bit of an insomniac, so I know from experience.) So, Mary, I understand your boredom. Hope you're feeling much better soon and are able to get up and walk around. Then, you can have Josh drive you to get ice cream!

[Angie]

So much for my vision of you tucked into a well made, plumped pillowed bed with tv, a stack of movies, a pile of magazines, a book and refreshments on the nightstand. Please rest.

[the bee]

Good Lord ! I am up all night.
Next time e-mail or call me .
I wish you a restful and pain free day. You need to get a bell or something to summon the minions... er call the family to the bedside.
I will be by as soon as able to deliver a tasty dish. Love and hugs from the family of the bee and of course the bee herself.

[MsCellania]

I'm beginning to think they knew better in the Olde Days when they'd insist on enemas prior to surgery. As the worst part of general anesthesia is the brick one must shit afterwards.
I hope your Day Of Rest did you well and that you're fully on the mend.
Drink lots of water, Mary. Let your family wait on you - text your wishes - hahaha

[raehan]

Tell the girls to go get their favorite musicals (DVDs or CDs) and sit down and watch/listen with you.

And forget about doing anything. I mean, REALLY.

I set up a Twitter account the other day all bccause you have on on your blog. Now there's a way to waste some time. Surf twitter.

[blackbird]

HEY.
I updated last night.
But not at midnight...

take it EASY you silly.

[Heidi]

You should be proud of yourself for the shape you're in; it may not give you super-human healing powers (Zap! I'm healed!) but it definitely works to your advantage in the healing process. If there are times when you aren't quite far enough along in your recovery as you think you should be, repeat this mantra: I've just had MAJOR SURGERY, for gawdsakes. And then ring your bedside bell and request some lovely ice cream.

[Heidi]

And darned if I can't come up with a word that rhymes with "uterus"...

[Margaret]

Oh, OUCH on the post-surgical bowel movement. I remember being terrified to do so after childbirth and my horrible rectal tears. Your energy will come back; take it easy!

[raehan]

Neuter us.

(That was for Heidi).

[Heidi]

Heh!

[MsCellania]

Uh-oh; I smell a Spamalot type musical in the works with Heidi and raehan...

[Wende]

So, the cell phone is the modern brass bell?? :D

YOU BE STILL. This will not last, and soon you'll be chasing small children around wondering why you ever complained about taking time OFF. :D

I miss you, in Seattle. I'm not there yet, but I already do. I've already informed IZ that I'm headed to Chicago for a round-up. :D

And I SUCK as a friend, because I had planned a little box for both you and Vicki--but by the time it gets to you you'll both be on your feet. I have reasons and excuses, all of which... uh, don't matter.

[vicki]

First off, thank you for the bowel movement recap- saves me the trouble if or when that ever happens again for me. I'm frankly terrified and keep reassuring myself that this happened after both c-sections-that system just plain goes to sleep and stays asleep, for days, weeks, who knows...maybe Wende is sending metamucil.

Doesn't it suck when you're in bed and everyone else is off ignoring you and having fun, to boot? I've been mostly up and about (trying to jump start the old GI tract, to no avail) but this evening I trailed Rich and Abby over to the basketball court at the end of the street and watched a while and then trailed them home and they were already in the house and watching TV together by the time I got there. grrrr.

Chicago- YES! I'm thinking a little early holiday shopping weekend for the girls?

And btw, I was up in the wee hours reading your twitter. Now I can go read Raehan's too when I can't sleep.

[Susie Sunshine]

Did your housemates remember to bring you food? If I'd have had laryngitis while on bedrest, I'd have starved. (Brilliance does not necessarily translate into caregivey skills, you see.)

Glad things are...uhhhhh....'moving' again.
You'll be pissing off book clubs in just a few more days at this rate!

[Pam L]

Funny story about calling cell phones to get some much needed attention. My DH requires LOTS of attention when sick, but I remember one time I was actually sick and dying of thirst and had no cell phone to ring for assistance and was quite miffed at those blindly ignoring me downstairs. I should at least have had the bell to ring. I', betting you'll feel better soon, if not already, baby steps are the way to go.

[maddy]

Hope you feel better soon. Love the calling of the cell phones. Ah, modern technology...

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