I gotta tell ya, the last few days have been much better than my last emergency surgery. Course there was no cutting. However, my body still feels like a train ran me over. I am much better today. Yesterday was pretty much a wash as all I did was sleep.
I am going to try to get up and do some things today. Maybe.... The Man is pretty vested in me taking it easy as he will be leaving on Monday.
This time was very different than my other surgeries. (I've only had two) However, with the PTSD, I often find situations like that very difficult, and end up BEING difficult. Verbally aggressive and well downright nasty.
It was not that way this time. It was different. He was different. The Man was right there. He was very involved and he made sure I was taken care of before the wheels fell off. It was very hard to have to go without him. That was the worst part. Being put out.. knowing I was going out and having no control over it.
I was able to relax cause I knew the Man was there. When I got back into the room, he immediately went to the nurse because I was sick and hurting. I found that I didn't have to be Beulah Witch because the Man had it under control. I was able to relax. I realized how far I've come that I was able to let him take care of me. That I wanted him to take care of me.. That I trusted him to do what was best.
So... today, The Man is trying to decide whether I should be up or not... Right now, I'm in the bed. I'm shooting for sitting in the living room for a while...