P likens my surgery to having thirteen bullet wounds, and Dr. M liked that. P would have gladly driven me, but I did not think it would be such a big deal. I'm pretty much under house arrest now, just drive SS to school and back. No lifting, bending, etc. Not driving around is not so bad, just annoying, boring and demeaning. What hurts more than the surgery aftermath, is not being to do the little things I usually do with SS. It's weird going to a store and having her walk by my side. No way can I lift her into a shopping cart. No picking her up when she's hurt, or just wants a cuddle. I was not this good during my previous two surgeries. But I do not want to walk into his office is a few weeks, with my intestines out of place again.
So not doing so well, physically and mentally. P made up by the lack of picking up by allowing SS to sleep with us starting my second night home. We sent her to her own bed two nights ago, because I have taken one too many kicks to my gut. But this too shall pass, and I can't wait.
SS's family portrait. From left to right, SS, Mama, and Baba.
Another post Halloween find.
SS's last practice was today and her last game is Saturday. She really had a blast and wants to play in January again. We are waiting to hear if Coach K will return, because we loved his let's have fun approach. We are not sure about other coaches, since what we have witnessed id appalling.