cjsmith | More random observations

One challenge I had was how to dress myself while amazingly woozy. I had a nice button-down dress that opened all down the front. (Required: no waistband.) My experience changing my grandmother's diapers helped a lot in figuring out how to deal with this. I rolled to the left and got my right side dressed, had Rob stuff as much cloth as he could under my shoulderblade, then I rolled to the right and got my left side dressed. Simple. If I hadn't had that time caring for my grandma, though, I could have taken a brain-fuzzy half an hour to figure out how to do that.

The sorest thing this morning was my throat, still aching from the breathing tube. I had hoped that would disappear as I slept. Nope. Oh well. I think the swollen lip I don't remember getting is related to that tube somehow also, unless I simply whacked my face with the oxygen mask I was holding when the anaesthesia hit.

My belly looks all soft and blubbery to me. Either there's still some gas in there, or the muscles are just slightly stretched out, or I'm just instinctively not using my abdominals AT ALL and they have no tone. 23 years of practice not using my abs (part-time) is serving me well. I did a lot of stuff today, involving bending and reaching and pulling and such, and boy do I know how to minimize the use of those particular muscles.

I haven't been able to get my nipple ring back in. Waited too long, perhaps, and the hole relaxed to be smaller. I did get an 18 guage ring in there, one I usually wear in my ear. Stretching that back out to 12ga might be the most annoying part of recovery.