Post-Op

So I had that surgery yesterday and ya know – it was bad. I love it when people tell you something is no big deal only to find out it is. But it is done for now and I just have to wait for the lab reports. I see him for the post op next week so nothing to do between now and then but figure out how I am going to camouflage the obvious swelling and padding on one side of my chest so I can return to work without looking strange. They gave me vicodin for the pain but I can not really take it – I am really into being clear headed and vicodin makes me sleepy and fuzzy. I will give Tylenol a shot and see if that takes care of the pain.

On another note I realized the other day that by the time I get spanked next it is going to be something like 2 months in between. I mentioned it to Him and he was decidedly unapologetic. He did not want to spank me while I had a lump – I was seeing doctors and He felt it best to not send me off with bruises. Now I am recovering and as I discovered with my leg He will not touch me when I am in pain. Funny, really, if you think about it. He leaves in two days.

I am not okay with that. I was never thrilled with the idea of Him going away. I have not ever really been away from Him and I do not see any reason to be, even more so now waiting to find out if I have a larger medical concern. I wish He would not leave and even though it is incredibly selfish I want nothing more than for Him to cancel His trip and stay here with me.

It is not going to happen. He is going to go and I had better just buck up and get over it. I have a plan to throw myself whole heartedly into preparing for the little one’s high school graduation. I am going to focus on a different thing every day so that his graduation week runs perfectly smoothly. Let’s see how that goes….