The Big Event happened yesterday. I woke up at about 5:45 in awful, awful pain and spent the rest of the day on the couch. I can't believe how much it feels like labor pain... but I guess, in a way, that's exactly what it is.
I was only allowed to take 1 Napralen (high dose Aleve) every 12 hours, so I hit the oxycodone left over from my c-section at about 3pm. At about 7, when I couldn't eat, couldn't walk, could barely move - I didn't even want chocolate! - I called the doctor's office. She said, in a manner of speaking, that I was high. She told me to take some phenergan if I had it (I do) and if I didn't feel better soon, I was welcome to go to the ER. Awesome.
(WHO THE HELL TAKES OXYCODONE FOR RECREATIONAL PURPOSES???)
Half an hour or so after taking the phenergan, I felt well enough to eat. I ate like thirty Ritz crackers with peanut butter and felt much better, till the "may cause drowsiness" of the phenergan hit me like whoa. I fell asleep on the couch at about 9, went to bed at 11, then woke up this morning at 8:30 after some bizarre dreams. Now, I'm hung over.
In any event, it's done. It was disgusting and painful and awful and I feel sad and empty and lonely. And still in a little bit of pain, which is just not fair. I don't know if I want to get out of the house today and put this all behind me (except the memory of my baby, which will stay with me forever) or if I want to spend just one more day on the couch. Given the level of my hangover, I will at least be spending the rest of the morning on the couch.
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