Bells and whistles

Here I am a day after surgery and I seem to have a knack for setting off the equipment alarms. With all these monitors attached to me, there is plenty of opportunity to get some sort of bell or whistle going off. Overall things are going well. It is late afternoon right now and I feel considerably better than I did this morning, which is leaps and bounds better than I felt yesterday.  I'm eating jello and drinking diluted apple juice. I've managed to use the bathroom on my own. Keith and I just took a stroll of the entire hospital floor. My incision sites are a bit sore, but it isn't too bad. I can feel that my abdominal muscles got mucked with and that is a bit achey. I'm still a bit wobbly, though now that I'm off the IV pain meds and onto the oral meds, that has improved. Yep, I can feel myself waking up here. It is still hard to imagine that I will be going home tomorrow though. I have these occasional thoughts that I can't believe I actually did it...I really had the surgery. But then I feel relief because it isn't a choice anymore. It is done.  Whew....it is done.