I haven't been wasted/loaded/high/stoned (I really can't think of any better words to describe how these pain meds make me feel) in a very long time. I don't like this feeling. I guess that means I am getting old, either that or I have gone beyond needing or wanting to be in a state that is altered chemically anymore.

I don't feel out of control, I just feel stupid. I don't particularly care for feeling stupid. I feel slow. Slow witted. I don't like feeling slow witted. Soon the pain will subside enough that I will not require these drugs to ease my discomfort. I am actually slightly shocked that I seem to require less medication than I did after the accident. The accident however, was not precalculated injuries to my body. What I am enduring at the moment was premeditated by the surgical community. This is the second time in the last 7 years that I have undergone a proceedure that I had had 20 something years before hand. Each time the proceedure has proven to be less painful than it's predecessor.  I am guessing that this is medical science advancing as the years go by. All I know is that I am hurting much less than I did the first time they sliced my guts open and then put me back together again.

I hurt, but not so bad that I wish I was dead instead of having to endure the pain. Last time I had surgery on my stomach, they did not give me this cool brace to hold my guts in place as I heal. This time I have a cool brace and man does it really help.

At the rate I am going now, I will be back in full swing in short order. Mind you, I will have to limit what I am lifting and how much I exert myself, but as for getting around and getting back into regular work, I think I will be close to 100% in another couple of weeks. Everything except for that lifting stuff.

Anyway, I know this is boring, but then I am slow witted right now and haven't the ability to get much deeper than to talk about the miracles of modern medical science at the moment.

Thanks to all of you who wished me well (your wishes were granted) and a special thank you to the universe for sending Ian to my rescue with the answer to my most urgent medical need. Thank you universe and thank you Ian for without you I would not be sitting here healing nicely from this much needed medical proceedure. And a special extra thank you to Ian for knowing why I needed my hair cut at midnight before my drive to Little Rock to go under that knife. I want you to know I looked fabulous while they were slicing and dicing my guts up.

Ok, now I am going to attempt to go back to bed. That is a feat in and of it's self as I find it rather difficult to get in bed without help (getting out is easy, getting in takes muscles that hurt like a muther right now to attempt to use). Hopefully I won't need to get out of bed again tonight.

Ciao for now.