Today, I am leading a life of leisure. For the first time since Tori was born, I spent the entire day in bed. Yes, folks. The entire day.
I have a jug of ice water at my side. A plethora of magazines and books for my reading pleasure. A variety of snacks available to soothe my delicate hunger pains. And of course, my iPod, trusty computer and TV remote control.
I am laying on 400 thread count sheets. A ceiling fan is blowing a gentle breeze on my face. The sun shines through my window, sparkling beautifully on the dust bunnies that live in my corners.
Even better, the house is silent. The hub is at work, and the babe is at daycare. My only companions are of the furred variety, and their demands are much simpler (and more easily ignored).
The cost of this day of (ahem) bliss? A belly fully of incisions that weep pink blood every time I move. Also, pain that has me whimpering into my pillow, controllable only with the precious vial of little white pills that sits on my nightstand. And, of course, a stomach so bloated that I look like I am six months pregnant once again (and I really wasn’t missing that particular look).
Yes, ladies, heaven has its price. And its name is Abdominal Surgery. Be jealous of me if you will, but remember, if your body is fucked up enough, you too can join me in my pillowed paradise.
And this is what will have to pass for a pithy post today (as I mentioned, I may be a bit high on painkillers).