Besides the fact that I'm missing several organs and I have stab wounds in my abdomen and sometimes it hurts to poop, I am quite enjoying being taken fully care of and not having to do one.damn.thing. If you really want to know the level of someone's love and devotion to you, go have surgery. You'll find out in a matter of days whether your loved one has enough love to take care of you like an invalid. I have drawn the line at bathing me, but otherwise, my love has literally done everything for me. I even gave him a grocery list the other day and asked for AZO tablets for a suspected UTI and he brought me AZO "Yeast infection" tablets by mistake. But he BOUGHT yeast infection tablets...that's like buying tampons x1000.
Today is two weeks since my hysterectomy. I probably shouldn't be smoking and drinking already, but, let's face it, I'm a hedonist - I'm all about MY quality of life. So, I do as I please. Other than those habits, I'm healing well, I think.
I'd like to insert something witty, but I gave away most of my painkillers, so I'm not nearly high enough to be joke-y.
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