Ten Hours Post-Op

Okay, so now it's been about 10 hours. I've slept a little. I've eaten Mickey D's. I've watched "Little House on the Praire" and now I'm about to watch "The Amazing Race" since I didn't get it all recorded Sunday night. I still feel sleepy but I can't go to sleep yet. This afternoon has dragged on. When I woke up I thought I had slept over an hour but it was only about 30 minutes. My foot started to hurt a little but it felt like the Ace bandage was too tight. It was time for a pain pill so DH got supper for me and I took it and feel better now. I'm sort of looking forward to having the house to myself tomorrow but I'd like someone here to get things for me and to have someone to talk to about my pain and stuff like that. Like, just talk to them about what I've done and what to do next. Sack hasn't been in a very polite mood. She's all mad about not knowing what to write down on her science homework. She's been doing cartwheels in the family room and making me nervous.

I've known this all along, but now, being in the situation firsthand, I believe it even more: call and/or visit friends who have had surgery and offer to help them. Like, if someone came over to bring food or just to see how I was, it'd be WONDERFUL if they said, "I'm going to wash those dishes in the sink for you." Or something along those lines. Just anything.

I'm having trouble keeping my eyes open. I'm typing this while the first 15 minutes of "TAR" runs. That's where my VCR got switched to Disney Channel. I feel sleepy and not sleepy at the same time. Like, I can carry on a normal conversation but I think I could also konk out. Oh, and walking on crutches is going well. I think I want to use them just to be safe.

Oh great! A student just came and I told her we weren't having piano today. I was sitting here halfway watching TAR and opening and closing my eyes. I heard the door open and close a little over and over and thought it was DH coming in from setting the sprinklers in the yard. I finally looked to see what he was doing and saw her. I had to stop and think, "This is Tuesday. I usually teach piano on Tuesdays. It's 6:30. This girl is usually here on Tuesdays at 6:30." I said, "Oh, hi. We don't have piano today because I had surgery. Tell your dad my email said Tuesday November 1". I was afraid this might happen because this family didn't come last week. I just wish the house had been dark and the door had been closed. Surely they suspected something when they saw the lights were off in the piano room.

Okay, so I've just eaten 6 mini Tootsie Rolls and they have picked me up!