If all the animals on the equator were capable of flattery, then Thanksgiving and Halloween would fall on the same date.

This is how it goes:
We wake at about 6:00, depending on how good/bad the night has been.
K makes coffee and tea and brings it up to our bed. My hand is usually throbbing, I have some Tramadol and Motrin and vitamin C, and the medicines I take daily for a chronic condition.
We read on our laptops and, if it's been a long night, I doze a little.
We try to do a couple of things outside the house each day, the supermarket, the pharmacy, the library (the librarian's son was the EMT who took good care of me on the way to the hospital, yesterday I went to tell her how great he was), short errands to build our strength.
I usually need more pain medication in the afternoon and I'm only eating things I really feel like eating, so I've been eating fruits and grains, cheese, and tomato sandwiches.
I've been napping. Deep sleeps that feel like hours but aren't that long.
I get up and try to do a couple of house things or have a shower.
I can sit downstairs for a bit and have dinner with the guys at the table but usually get uncomfortable pretty quickly.
I was trying to ration out the Tramadol but that turned out to be silly and it doesn't work without something else to supplement it, and if the pain creeps up quickly I can have problems getting it under control. It's mostly at the incision site now - a dragging, pretty much constant pain, which is better today...hopefully better every day.
K keeps a list, on his phone, of what I take when, so we can keep track.
By 8:00, I'm back in bed using television to distract me.
Tomorrow we'll go to MFAOA's house for their annual barbecue.
I'm hoping to be able to stay for most of the day.
I am/we are getting better as the days pass.
K's patience and tolerance of my whining and crying is extraordinary.
Fortunately, I'm doing less of that too.
I'm impatient with the amount of time this process is taking.
I'm working on that too.