Today was not a good day for me. I have a lot of pain in my liver. It got so bad I ended up taking a Tramadol which I haven't done for almost two weeks. I ended up going back to sleep. It took the edge off for awhile, but the pain is still there.
I have been out of it all day. I have just laid around and didn't do anything. Have I been trying to do too much? Actually, if I had another type of job I would have been sent back to work by now. I don't know how people can do it. I still have stitches. Is it me?
Then tonight Joe was at the store when the UPS driver delivered two big boxes. I had him slip them into the house, but I couldn't close the front door. So I picked them up and put them on the chair. They were heavy even though I lifted them one at a time. Almost immediately I got dizzy and nauseous. I got myself to the sofa and laid down until Joe got home. He got me a Compazine and in half an hour I was feeling OK. Don't know what happened there.
One good thing, two of the steri-strips fell off today. That's such a relief. The skin is all blistered from the adhesive, so now I can start treating it. The scar is so little and you can see the teeny, tiny stiches that were used. A 3/4 inch scar has 4 stitches in it. The surgeon should be making quilts, her sewing is so good!