Yeah, the timeline got a little out of order. Not sure what happened there (I'll find out later) but part one of recovery beat surgery to notifying the surgery went well and I was awake and in recovery.
Feel like being lucid for a bit (and more water, so moving downstairs.) And to call my mom. Pain is dull and annoying, but still on the overworked muscle level.
I overcooked the top of the banana bread a bit, but the inside is luscious and that little taste of thyme is nice.
I wound up doing a blueberry top on my lemon poppyseed. I hope that works out.
This xkcd made me think of Steph: [link]
I think.... climb into bed and take pain pills at 11?
This Jordan Smith's who's doing Christmas music on PBS at the moment has a stunning voice.
Especially since I had a random cough and, well. That was unpleasant.
Listen carefully to your body, sarameg. It will tell you when you're pushing the recovery too hard. Thus is hard-earned wisdom from my broken toe a couple years ago.
Good morning. Or at least, "I'm mostly awake" morning? Doing my crazy fly somewhere and then right back to keep status for next year, trip, today. And my first flight is at 5am. So here it is just after 4 and I'm through security and have coffee, already. And of course I woke up like every half hour last night.