Samhain Waxing Thanksgiving Moon
The gauze is out and the long acting anesthetic still has control of the pain. Cold packs on my right every half hour, ibuprofen and vicodin for bedtime. Should be ok, though tomorrow could be worse than today. Cheer up, things could be worse. I cheered up and, sure enough, things got worse.
Right now I’m thinking this recovery will proceed pretty smoothly and I’m happy about that.
Kate sat out in the waiting room, tense, because she knows the things that can go wrong. Meanwhile, I floated softly as a cloud among the daffodils.
Though I do try to avoid the medical world as much as possible, I am glad we have their work available. It makes life easier and, often, even possible.
As I’ve written this, the analgesic from the procedure has begun to wear off and my jaw has a touch of ache to it. It probably will not stay subsided for long now. Have to roll out the heavier meds. Not much more clear thinking now. Adios.
