First day back...

Last day I'm that ambitious without some understanding of what I'm getting myself in to.

I yearn for a day three weeks from now where I can honestly say that I feel awesome. Where it doesn't hurt to swallow. Where I can eat bread.

BREAD!

Today was as much of a shock as the first day out of surgery. It was the first day I had really spent in my normal, comfortable world, and I have to say it almost made me lose it.

It's crazy the things that your body goes through when it's healing, and I just didn't think I was that vulnerable, is that wrong? I mean it never really occurred to me that I could feel this way. I honestly thought I would be back in the office after 4 days and happy as a clam, with a bit of a sore throat. I HAD NO IDEA. none.

The appointment with the surgeon yesterday was interesting to say the least. 1, it was a different doctor, who had interesting Montana stories that we chatted about. 2, they told it will be 3 more weeks until I am back to normal. 3!!! 3!!! (I was so excited to type 3 I typed a #... I almost left it to make a point)

Either way I am learning that this is what it's like to be human.

Wow.

In other developments, huge thanks to T today, who managed to save me while I was going under. My brain was absolute mush today, and he helped me out, big time. w00t to you, T. w00t to you.

I will be spending the evening prostrate on the couch trying to put the pieces of my mind together.

And singing along to Enchanted in spirit, since I can't do it out loud.

Word,

Rach