Yesterday was rough. After being out of bed for about an hour, I was hit with hardcore nausea. I couldn't eat or move without getting sick. I'm sure I looked "less than well" to the people around me. Plus, I stink. I can't shower until 4 p.m. today and trust me, I am a hot mess.
But, at lunchtime yesterday, J brought me home anti-nausea medication. And within a few hours, I was a new person. I could get up and move. I could eat. I wasn't miserable.
Today has been even better. Although, I'm still rather grubby.
No need for pain medicine. (It's been 31 hours since I took any.)
My appetite, which has been lacking since my crash 13 days ago, is back.
Yes, I am sore. But, no more than pre-surgery.
And yes, I need more rest (I'm not an idiot).
No, it's not easy to do most tasks.
And no, I don't miss my run. The thought of how painful it would be to run is enough to keep my cravings at bay.
All in all, two days out from surgery, I am highly optimistic of a quick return. I'm thinking all the positive energy floating around me is going to help with that.