Well, pooh! Day 5

It's my 1st day on my own. The husband goes off to work, and I'm planning a quiet day catching up on TV. But I feel AWFUL.  To quote http://surgery.about.com/od/aftersurgery/ss/ConstipationSur_3.htm : "Anesthesia, though, also paralyzes the muscles: your intestine is paralyzed during surgery along with your arms and legs. This stops the muscle contractions to push food along the intestinal tract. Until your intestines "wake up" there is no movement" . Enough said.

I've just finished the Prednisone, too, and as always, suffer the anxiety side effect. I start crying and can't stop. Big, awful sobs. I haven't cried this hard since my Mom died, and she is all I want today. Logically, I know I will be ok, but I seriously consider calling 911. Full blown panic attack. Amos is doing his best to comfort me, but when I start crying bloody tears, I call my husband and ask him to come home. There's only so much a dog can do. Hurray for bosses who understand!

Lots of hugs, a Dulcolax and time have me feeling better by evening. Dave heats up chicken and noodle soup made from Mom's recipe, and it feels like a big hug from her. I've decided I'll live through it.

Thank God for other people's blogs on this subject. They've really been a comfort. It sounds like this is a fairly common reaction on Day 3 to 5. Husband promises we will be better prepared for surgery #2.  I'm really not looking forward to this.