Dark Days and a Break of Sun

Well, the good news is that the surgery is over and the recovery has begun. But the surgery went four hours instead of the scheduled two, and I had to stay a second night in the hospital. Afterwards, the doctor said I would feel like someone had really pounded on my chest and arm, and he was right. The whole hospital stay was pretty miserable, with a lot of time elapsing before we finally found the right meds to get the pain under control. And the battle of the meds has continued, with a lot of post-op pain this week but also trouble finding a cocktail of meds that doesn’t leave me dopey and/or nauseated. Suffice it to say that the past week has been pretty dark—literally so, since the sun has been obscured behind unrelenting rain and clouds since back before the surgery (which was last Thursday). This afternoon was the first time I was able to catch a glimpse of the Big Yellow since coming out of anesthesia—and boy was I ready for it! Luckily, I also felt good enough to go for a walk, so I strapped on the sling and ambled slowly down to the Point. The glint of sun on the Sound lifted my spirits immeasurably.

In other news, Nicholas is off on his first camping trip, with Dad and Doris, so I’m glad the sun came out for them as well…