So I've never had 'real' stitches before. I've had staples - thank you c-sections. But, thanks to my gallbladder, and apparently my inability to stop bleeding from one incision, I had to get real stitches. The ugly black, poke-you-every-time-you-move kind. It sucked. They were so in the way. And so uncomfortable.
But yesterday, they came out. A little painful, but well worth it. Now, when I move, it doesn't hurt. My sweaters aren't getting stuck on them. My bra doesn't catch on them. Best of all, I slept on my side last night for the first time! I'm almost back to my version of normal. All of the villagers are delighted.
So, as far as my first outpatient surgery goes, I can't complain too much. After one week, I was feeling well enough to go to work - could have gone back earlier but with a death in the family, I thought it best not to. And now, at the end of the week, I'm feeling pretty good.It's nice to be able to pick Olivia up again. It's nice to feel useful and not useless.
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