what was not so fine was that I started feeling nauseous and threw up. luckily, all there was to throw up was the cranberry juice, and the nurse got me an appropriate receptacle in time so I did not soil myself. I threw up again in the car, still with the receptacle, but since it was just juice I threw up, it splashed on me. ick. luckily we were close to home and I was able to change clothes quickly.
juliebata had come over while we were at the hospital to vacuum, clean the cat box, do some laundry, change the sheets and otherwise be a stellar human being. I can't do these things now, and Paul can, but this is on top of the stuff he would normally do for housework, plus taking care of me, plus his full time job. I can't tell you how nice it was to come home to a house without tufts of cat hair all over the rugs, plus the clean laundry ensured I had puke-free pajama pants to wear.
My cast is so huge that I can only wear Pjs with wide legs (or skirts, but that would be silly). luckily I have a bunch, and since I'm on the couch for the next few weeks, it's not like they have to match my t shirts or anything. I haven't seen what my scar looks like since I have a cast on. it comes off in two weeks and I get "the boot" (which is velcroed on and can be removed when I want to scratch my calf, which seems to be every 10 minutes at the moment.
I have oxycodone, the stuff so nice the pharmacy keeps it locked in a time-delay safe to deter armed robbers. the first 12 hours I was pain free. I've been taking it ever 4 hours as directed but I think I'm already needing to up the dosage (I'd been taking 1 at a time, I can have up to 3 at a time). the "ball" of my ankle feels as though it's swollen against the cast and feel like it has a rug burn. I doubt that it's actually scraping, but it feels like it is. It's probably near where the incision is.
and to make life really great, my period arrived today. nothing like having to make extra trips to the bathroom on crutches to brighten your day. at least I have drugs that are 100 times more powerful than my worst cramps, so I won't even notice that.
I have books and a laptop, so I'm not bored yet. The pain is bad but not unbearable, and once I up my dosage, I think I'll be happier. plus I can continue to apply for jobs like I did when I was still mobile (and still unemployed). With my luck I'll start getting interviews now that my mobility is impaired. Not sure if I can drive yet. Dawn and I tried to take my car to the Indian place, but it appears to have a dead/dying battery since I hadn't driven it in a week.
If you're in the neighborhood and want to visit, call first, but I'd love your company. I am lucid and just as talkative as ever.