Obviously, I survived having my nether region cut and sewed. I got sick in the recovery room, though, and puked up my empty guts. I felt horrible until I got to go back to sleep and have some morphine. I was home the next day, and spent a week basically in bed, as sitting up made me tired -- still does. Eric called me "Frankenpussy". Lovely. Susan spent a lot of time up at the hospital, just watching me sleep for the most part, helping me do things, and being my advocate to the nursing staff. She's very good at it, so I told her I would hire her for all my hospital stays.
A week ago, I started feeling pain in my left calf. It has hurt all week, getting progressively worse. So I've spent the past week fairly doped up, taking Darvocet, aspirin, and some of Logan's muscle relaxers. I go to the doctor tomorrow to have my stitched looked at, and will have the doctor examine my leg as well. It felt a little better today, but still hurts. At first, I was afraid it was a blood clot, but have since decided it is a muscle spasm.
That's all for now. Like I said, I'm tired.
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