Mornin'! I'm now 8 days post op and I am feeling pretty darn good. My port area is still pretty tender so I'm bein' pretty careful with that area due to my last squashin' episode. But I'm feelin' back to normal. Along with all this normalness (it's a word now, k?) is none other than my arch enemy...The Appetite (duh duh duh). It's not back with a vengeance....yet, but I have a feelin' thats right around the corner. But then again, I was really expectin' this whole post op experience to be torture, and it hasn't, so maybe it's not goin' to be that bad.
I would like to give a shout out to My Entourage...
See, they follow me everywhere (hence entourage), to the bathroom, to blow my nose, to do the dishes, wash clothes...everywhere!! I wish I could've gotten a better picture of them but the white one (Owen, Maltipoo) is scared of the camera, seriously he starts convulsing just like when it storms. I guess he thinks its the evil lightning man coming back to strike him??? So this is the best pic I could do with both of them. I also have a cat that likes to join the entourage when she wants to be a part of the clan. This was not one of those times.
So back to my shout out...I was really concerned about their behavior around me during recovery. They love me...no, they LOVE me, and that's not being conceited. They sit, stand, walk, and sleep wherever I do and a lot of the time its usually ON me, rather than beside me. I thought I would have to ward off their oncoming pounces that
sometimes usually land on my belly. But I never did. They have been amazing. It's like they know mommy's tummy is hurt! Even Dixie (the boxer), who has NO IDEA how big she is, is so gentle and will just slowly crawl up next to me and just snuggle.
They've been like my own personal stuffed animals, ya know, like when you were a sick kid and needed something like that. I love 'em.