Another day of rest on the couch. It’s a blistering 22˚ outside, and this drafty old house is a far cry from the relative warmth of Johns Hopkins Hospital. Still, I’d rather be here than anywhere else. Last night I slept on my side for the first time since the surgery, which felt great up to the point when the gas in my GI tract filled up like a shaken bottle of soda and the rumbling woke me up.
I’m still missing range of motion in my left arm. I’d say that on the whole my forearm is more painful than the incision in my stomach. Ain’t that a peach? Generally, I’m stiff all over but a lot of that is due to inactivity. I asked Jen to take us to the Target tomorrow so I can walk off some of the soreness and get some activity.