The port implantation went very smoothly, and I’m home, fed, hydrated, and equipped with Percocet and antibiotics. Wonderful friend played taxi driver: thank you!
The new recliner arrived before I got back, and I can safely report that it is just as comfortable as it was in the store, and that there is plenty of room for the boxer.
I hate to disappoint you all, but the purple port? Is entirely buried under my skin. The whole point of having a port installed is that nothing sticks out, and that it’s easier to give IV drugs without wrecking my veins with repeated sticks. It doesn’t come in colors, and I can’t accessorize to match it, even if my fuzzy bathrobe is pretty much the same color.
I’m not allowed to do much of anything today, or lift over twenty pounds for a week, and I have a week of antibiotics just to make sure all heals cleanly. As already mentioned, I have Percocet too. But last time I had minor surgery, I used almost none, so I only filled half the prescription. Before I took one, I was uncomfortable but not really in pain. The incision site, of course, and turning my head is problematic. Not only will I not be walking the boxer for a week, I also won’t be doing any yoga. (Cranky about both! Maybe careful gentle yoga in a few days.)
It’s very cold here, and really not a bad day to huddle under a blanket and watch Doctor Who. I’ll probably work from home tomorrow so I don’t have to go out in the cold. If I’m still taking Percocet, I’m definitely working at home, or not working. (I have some reasonably brainless computer tasks lined up.)
My wonderful UCF friends sent me a gift basket. Chocolate is just full of antioxidants, you know. Very therapeutic. Though another friend told me that if I’d wanted a basket of goodies, she would have been happy to send me one without messing around with all this cancer stuff.
I am so well-endowed with people who love me and wish me well. That means a lot.
And now, Doctor Who. And maybe one of those cookies…