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Over It

I hate vicodin. I hate being in pain. I hate that I feel like this whole year is going to waste. And, once again, I have no patience. The doctor said it would be a week before I felt better after this surgery. It's been 4 days and I'm sooo over it. It hurts if I move too fast, or in even slightly the wrong way. And by "hurt" I mean it feels like a grizzly bear is trying to rip it's way out of my belly. I promised myself I wouldn't rush this recovery. The last thing I want is to have this hernia come back. But I'm soo freaking bored. I'm tired of looking around and seeing dishes and laundry that need to be done, toys that should be picked up, and dog hair all over the floor. Granted, vacuuming usually doesn't do much about the dog hair, but at least I would FEEL like I'm doing something.

I know that come next week, I'll be feeling better and be able to clean. I also know that most people would love an excuse to NOT do dishes or laundry. But I can't stand just sitting here. I feel old and useless. And to top it off, I still have to go to radiation every day. Today is day 6 of radiation, and I'm pretty much over that already too. We chose 1:30 because it works best with Matt's work schedule..but it's absolutely the most annoying time of day.

Okay, enough of the pity party. I did get to see the girls last night and they cheered me up as usual. Reagan was very concerned about how I was feeling, and Charlie kept giving my belly kisses. I really did get so lucky to have such sweet little girls!

 Now I'm going to hobble my sorry self into the kitchen for some lunch, and then off to radiation. It's all almost over, right!? Please come quickly, August. I just want to be normal again.....

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