Let me tell you what I just told Helaine. Things are moving along nicely. No one knows what recuperation should be. This one seems cautiously smooth and fast.
I read the stories. Some Whipple grads take weeks or months to get where I am. I would think I’m three or four days ahead of schedule after a week. My goal of returning to work Monday seems reachable.
I am in pain. Don’t misunderstand. It hurts!
If I didn’t know what it was I’d be seeing the doctor to find out! It is constant 24/7.
Sixteen staples hold my tummy together. There are dozens more stitches buried within. ‘Nuff said.
This is not my first trip to the chronic pain rodeo. It hurts whether you do stuff or not, so I do stuff. The more I move, prevailing wisdom says, the faster I heal. I seem to be a good healer.
It is luck. No skill involved.
No pain meds either.
We went to Costco today. I got to drive a motorized shopping cart.
Dream. Come. True.
Sushi for dinner with Stef and Helaine. And then the debate.
At least I’m getting better.