and I'm stuck in the house watching the clock. I have to keep up on my pain meds or I think I might die. Okay maybe not die, but it does hurt. When I first wrecked on my bike, it hurt so bad, I could barely move. Once I had surgery, I felt great. I went to Damon's flag football game, then to watch the young women play volleyball that very night.
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| Pre-op, ready to get this thing done |
Not this time. I was worried about my hip, but I think my arm is hurting just as bad. Also, coming out of surgery was a lot more difficult this time. I was weak, very pale, nauseated, and I just felt terrible. I'm trying to smile, but really I just feel miserable.
Best part of the whole thing, my sweetheart. Helping me every step of the way (literally). He helped me go to the bathroom and helped me as I threw up into the little baggie. That's what I call true love. Sadly I have to admit, that it takes these little (gross) things to remind me how lucky I am. I love Damon and wouldn't trade him for the world.
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| Damon makes my life great. |
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