This is not my fabulous first post of the New Year post. Don’t be confused. This is simply an “I’m Not Dead” post.

I had my surgery on December 30th, and I’ve been pretty much out of commission since then. It’s been almost a week, and today is the first narcotic free day. What that means, practically, is I’ve not been clear-headed enough to read, write, or to carry on a coherent conversation. I have bad headaches, but they are getting better now. I feel pretty stuffed up in my sinuses. This is because of how I have packing in them. I think they will remove this when I go back to the doctor. I’m not real sure how that works. I have persistent nosebleeds. It’s more of a drip, drip, drip, carry around a tissue kind of nosebleed than a rushing of blood that requires people around you to grab a towel and put pressure on your nose kind of nosebleed. I had a bandage taped under my nose for a couple days because of this, but I got sick of it and just keep tissues handy. I’ve not ruined a shirt yet.

Chris was off for several days, but is back to work now. He did a pretty good job keeping me alive. I didn’t get out of the bed for more than a few minutes at a time until Sunday. I had to go to church to see some of my youth group kids get baptized. I couldn’t bear to miss it. I was embarrassing myself the whole time, I think. It’s all kind of a drugged up blur, but I did get to see my kids get baptized. After that outing, I went back to bed until yesterday, when I got up a bit. Seth came and stayed with us yesterday, while Chris was at work. He made us sandwiches and took care of Abby Jo. He even changed her diaper. He is a good brother. The best, in fact.

For the first few days, my mom and Chris’ mom kept our kids. This included my precious baby. She did fine with them, but she’s different now. I don’t know what it is. They may have spoiled her. She may be teething. She may be mad at me for leaving her. I don’t know. I’m ready for my happy baby to be back, though.

My mom made a big pot of homemade chicken soup for me the day of my surgery. That was nice. It was all I ate for a while. This doesn’t really flow with this post, but I had to mention it so it will happen again in the future when I am ill or maimed. Thanks, Mom!!!

I’m tired, dizzy, often nauseous, and six pounds lighter, but I’m not in much pain anymore. So, until I’m all the way better, I’m mostly just lying around…you know…resting. I’ll be back soon, though, with lots of posts. They’re a’comin’.