April 8th, 2007

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Bye-bye morphine

I have had a lingering headache the whole time I've been here, so I figured it must be the morphine. I took myself off of it last night, going just with the lorcet pill every four hours. The headache isn't TOTALLY gone, but mostly and I know I am much clearer headedd.d

Now, if they would just bring me my damn breakfast! I was actually wondering where lunch was because I misread the clock. It really looks like the hands are the same size, so I mess up.
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Wheeeee!!!!

I get to go home tonight!!!!!

That's the best birthday present ever!

I don't know. That mind over mind overlapping thing was pretty nice. :)
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Home again, home again

It feels nice to be home on my own couch. I hurt like hell, but it's nice to be hurting HERE at home. Although I do wish I could tell my mom and kids to just shut up *laugh*

Erika came by (the boys ex-nanny) and took the kids out for lunch and a movie with her two boys while Scott came to get me from the hospital.

I also got the most beautiful present from my mother-in-law, sister-in-law and neice - an old-style glass writing set. The hand styled glass has rose coloring through out and a styled glass tip. There is also a glass stand to hold up the stylus when you aren't usign it. It contains a hand-blown glass jar with bordeaux ink. I think I'll have to write their thank you note with the set. I can't wait to use it!

The 'easter bunny' brought me a gift card from Bath and Body Works and an Easter Lily. Wonderful.

I put 'easter bunny' in quotes because the kids at school have started already with telling everyone that Santa and the Easter Bunny don't really exist. The boys were very concerned over the last couple of days. This morning, when they got up and saw the baskets, and 'bunny droppings' (small chocolate eggs) Scott had put out, Matthew ran up and said 'He came! The Easter Bunny IS real!'

I hate that I missed it, but now I get to see them hiding easter eggs around the house.
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What a BIG help

I swear, my mother isn't exactly the best help. She tries (I think). God bless her heart.

In the short hours I have been home, while Scott is taking a nap, she has washed two loads of clothes for the boys, which entailed asking me each step of the way how much clothes could go in the load, what water temp to wash them on, how much soap to put in and how to start the washer. She made THREE trips to get new clothes for the second load, losing her breath each time. She was panting by the time she got back and spilled liquid soap EVERYWHERE...because I make her nervous.

She asked me what could be done for the kids' dinner, so I ended up making their dinner.

She keeps asking over and over 'What can I do for you?' "Let me know when you want me to do something for you.". What would I like? Get some gumption and actually help out here. Don't ask me every step of the way or I might as well be doing it myself! Let me rest. Give me quiet. Don't annoy me.

I love her, but I swear she isn't the biggest help around here. There are things I can tell my kids to do with less explanation than I have to give my mom. *sigh*
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Owwww

I just took some more pain meds, but I hope they start working FAST. Damn this hurts. I don't know if the pain is the same, because the last reconstruction I was in the hospital for almost 2 weeks, instead of 2 1/2 days, and they kept me on a LOT more medicine. I really hurt. My whole right side is sore and my abdoman and chest are really swollen up.

Damn, I hope this passes soon, because I am miserable and can't get comfortable at ALL.