**or the alternate title: I'm a nasty bitch.**
I feel much better today. Still sore. But nothing like the other day. Thank goddess! The trapped air is....gone. Huzzah. I don't feel like the Macy's day float any longer.
My belly button still hurts and is really bruised. As are the other incisions. But I'm getting there. Mostly just sore and tired. Still bleeding a bit, but I don't think its anything to worry about.
Back to work tomorrow. Ew. I have a feeling standing on my feet all day is going to kick my ass. And I'm not entirely sure how I am going to get into a REAL pair of pants. I'm still pretty swollen. I've been living in PJs since the surgery. I somehow doubt work would approve of that attire in the pharmacy. Meh. I'll give it a whirl. If I go, and its to much, I'll leave. Gotta take care of me y'know? No one else is gonna do it.
And my last bitch for the moment before I go watch some crap-tas-tic day time T.V is....I'm hungry! And there is NO food in the friggin house.
No, I lied.
There is food for dinner, That I have to make. But nothing else. WTF?! I had surgery on Monday. Humpf! DO NOT GET ME STARTED.
I'm an ungrateful bitch.