Here I am, one week later, and the progress is amazing.
Day by day, I'm feeling much stronger but I'm still having excruciating pain in my lower back. I don't know how much longer to expect this pain to continue but I sure hope it stops soon.
I expect that the pain is a result of my not being able to stand upright. (Imagine having to do everything with your body bent ever so slightly forward.) I'm almost straight now, but my back is screaming to be stretched out -- something I'm sure I won't be able to do for quite some time to come.
Tomorrow, I go to have my drainage tubes (I call them my blood buckets) removed. My surgeon's colleague will do the honours in his absence. I have no idea what to expect, other than I think it will be painful. My research of the topic indicated that it is anywhere from totally no pain to extremely painful. I guess I'll find out for myself tomorrow.
Once these blood buckets are removed, I'll finally be able to take a shower. I've had to make do with "whore's baths" for the past seven days so I'm really looking forward to being able to get properly cleaned.
In any event, it's almost drinky poo time in the Fowler household so I must sign off and get ready to accept my first glass of wine in two weeks. (OK, I had that celebratory glass of wine for our Anniversary on the 25th of January but who's counting?)
Later.
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