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Today was better than yesterday, despite the bits where the incision in my navel hurt; some of that seemed to be the result of getting up and walking around at lunchtime, but that was also long enough after I took the morning's painkillers that they'd probably worn off.
This morning my boss said she didn't really expect me to work a full day until next week, and indeed, I left the office around 4:15. The difference is that yesterday, I left at 4:00 because I was in significant pain. Today, I left at 4:15 because I was feeling warm and vaguely out of focus, which isn't nearly as bad from the inside (though both states are detrimental to working accurately and carefully).
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julian_tiger just spent about 15 minutes sitting on my lap. He hadn't done that since before the surgery: the day after I came home from the hospital, he tried to get on my lap, stepped on my then-very-tender belly in the course of trying to get settled, and I had to push him gently off. He hadn't tried since, until today.
I suspect that one reason today went better is that instead of pants, I wore a dress with only a vaguely defined waist, so no constriction anywhere on the abdomen, and all the weight supported from the shoulders. It's also a very bright, colorful garment, and got quite a few compliments. (If I wear a dress tomorrow, I doubt it will be as praised; I think the next option is a sort of cream-colored thing. I don't own a lot of dresses, because most of the time I much prefer pants. This is not much of the time.)
This morning my boss said she didn't really expect me to work a full day until next week, and indeed, I left the office around 4:15. The difference is that yesterday, I left at 4:00 because I was in significant pain. Today, I left at 4:15 because I was feeling warm and vaguely out of focus, which isn't nearly as bad from the inside (though both states are detrimental to working accurately and carefully).
julian_tiger just spent about 15 minutes sitting on my lap. He hadn't done that since before the surgery: the day after I came home from the hospital, he tried to get on my lap, stepped on my then-very-tender belly in the course of trying to get settled, and I had to push him gently off. He hadn't tried since, until today.I suspect that one reason today went better is that instead of pants, I wore a dress with only a vaguely defined waist, so no constriction anywhere on the abdomen, and all the weight supported from the shoulders. It's also a very bright, colorful garment, and got quite a few compliments. (If I wear a dress tomorrow, I doubt it will be as praised; I think the next option is a sort of cream-colored thing. I don't own a lot of dresses, because most of the time I much prefer pants. This is not much of the time.)
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