Yesterday, "someone" completely forgot

she is barely 8 weeks post op.

In a way, I guess that is a GOOD thing, means I was (key word, past tense) feeling great. I normally take pain meds morning and night just now, so I took my morning ones. Then, I went out to a store and walked around.

Up to now I've only done the "HAVE TO" trips - like grocery shopping. Then I drove to another store and . . . walked around.

Next I went to a garden nursery, asked questions and . . . walked around.

On the drive to the supermarket, stopped in at the Dollar store and . . . walked around.

Then to the supermarket for a weekly shop; first time I've done a WEEKLY since Jun 1 surgery. Up to now, just been doing the short lists, every few days.

Stopped for gas (involves getting out the car

and back in) before heading home. Put groceries away. Ice

and elevate followed by a nice nap. Yesterday evening, I watered the perennials, front AND back yards (I have been doing front one night, back the next night). Realized had to get the trash out to the curb. Took my nighttime pain meds. And off to bed.
Woke at 4 AM in the WORST pain I've had in WEEKS!

So bad it took me 15 minutes to be able to THINK and take

pain meds.

Took an hour for them to kick in completely. Pain all down my right side, from hip to small toe and everything in between. Also the shin hurt. The dogs

- who all sleep on the bed with me - were very concerned, light kept going on, I was crying

and

groaning, tossing pillows about under legs, on top of legs, they ended up snuggled next to me

touching various areas of my body. AND . . . then they let me sleep

till 8 AM! Normally they need to go out for a pee at 6:30 AM.
I feel good now,

definitely taking an easy day today though. :cool: