So it has been 84 hours since my surgery in the earliest hours of Monday morning. From my perspective the surgery was a piece of cake. Completely slept through the surgery and the hours recovering in the hospital were uneventful too. What I have found out, however, is recovery is the struggle. Every day they tell me I am getting better and the whole reason for having a hernia repair will be but a distant memory. In just the time it takes to get from a Monday afternoon to a Thursday evening, I have been home, unable to do a thing. I can't go anywhere yet, certainly can't pick up anything, getting up from chairs and beds and getting back down in them is quite the struggle. For all that is decent, I won't even let on about stomach related side effects.
Since Monday I have mastered the art of watching TV, reading, doing my blogging and placing phone calls. Good stuff, right! Wrong! I'm about to go batty. I know everything I have missed out on and it pains me some; from not being able to drive the tractor, at all, to missing adult faith classes on Tuesday, prison ministry on Wednesday and listening to practice homilies tonight at the classes for deacon candidates.
On Saturday I will miss 1st Holy Communion at MHT and will probably not assist as a vested deacon this weekend. And the doctor's appointment is still not until Tuesday afternoon. Oh, have I mentioned that the total is now up to 4 as in number of days missed from work.
Being a patient does require patience. I've learned that this virtue if obviously not one of my strongest!
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