Our nice neighbors invited us for dinner last night, we ate on their back porch. I was in a lot of pain, the percoset hadn’t kicked in quite yet, and my appetite has been tiny, so I only ate a small portion of food. The grilled turkey was sooo good though. The weather was lovely. I announced it was Brian’s birthday, and Cindy happened to have some cherry cake for us to celebrate. Nice, and low-key, how Brian likes it.

We went home, I was all loopy and went right to bed. The pain continued, but the meds put me to sleep. It was warm and Brian had the fan on. But I woke up in the middle of the night absolutely freezing. I had to wake Brian and ask him to pull the duvet over me — sitting up is really hard. Then I got up anyway to shut off the fan. My teeth were chattering. My poor body would rather be warm than cold.

I got up at seven, wide awake, ate half an apple and popped more percoset. I drank some coffee on the couch and watched CBS Sunday Morning. Got a little high, and took a few naps. At 8:30 I decided to go out on the back porch with Kona and read a book in the morning sun. It was so peaceful.

This afternoon I finally get to bathe. I feel filthy and my skin is starting to itch, all over. I last showered on Friday morning. My incisions look gross, I really hope they do heal well, as promised. We’ll see how it looks when the scabs fall off.

I think the pain is finally beginning to subside a bit. There is still gas pain in my shoulder, which is weird, and abdominal muscle pain, but it’s a bit less than before. I think I will finally feel well by Tuesday.