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I'm still recovering slowly from the gallbladder surgery. Only the biggest incision still gives me twinges of discomfort, so I'm counting myself as mostly recovered. On Friday, I'll see the doctor again for my post-surgery check up. I'm hopeful that I'll be cleared for normal activity.

The last few weeks have been largely focused on recovery. It's hard for me to think of anything else when I look back. For the first week, I spent most of my time in bed, either sleeping or reading. Getting up hurt too much.

I actually had to call the hospital for a second painkiller prescription as the first one was running out. I was still in enough pain that I'd wake up about an hour before the next dose was due. Fortunately, they didn't give me a hard time about it.

Several days passed after the surgery before I could eat much of anything. My body just didn't want food. The post surgery instructions said to return to a normal diet. The surgeon had said to stick with bland foods for a while. I went with the surgeon's advice as that seemed to be what my body wanted. It's been a relief since then to be able to start eating normally again without worrying that this meal will be the one to set off more gallbladder pain.

Cordelia spent the week of the surgery with Scott's sister and her family. The surgery was on Tuesday. Cordelia came home on Saturday, after Scott got home from work. (He had to work Saturday because he called in on Wednesday so as not to leave me alone right after the surgery.) Scott had the next week scheduled as vacation. We'd originally planned to visit my grandmother, but we had to give up on that. I simply wasn't up to it.

We did spend two nights with my parents at the house they rented near Lawton. Cordelia had a grand time playing with her three year old cousin and her Uncle Sam. I think she was in the lake three or four times during our one full day. The house was crazy full of people most of the time, and I really wanted to escape. Unfortunately, there was nowhere to go.

The original plan was for me and Cordelia to spend nearly a week at the house and for Scott to come get us last Friday. My parents ended up vetoing the plan, saying that they needed to leave Friday morning. I find myself torn-- I'd have liked more time with my parents, particularly some time without lots of other people around, and I'd have liked Cordelia to have more time to enjoy the place and her grandparents. On the other hand, though, I'd have gone crazy. I had nothing to read, no internet, nothing. I wasn't looking forward to the full week without Scott, especially not while I was still recovering from surgery.

I'm going to try to persuade my mother to visit this fall. My step-father can't (and really wouldn't want to), but I might be able to talk my mother into it if she comes before it starts getting really cold.

This week, Cordelia has camp. She protested yesterday that she didn't want to go. I think she was uncertain about what would happen in spite of this being her second week of camp this summer. When I picked her up, though, she was pleased with her day, and she was happy to go this morning (even if she hated getting up). My calf muscles are already protesting the twice a day roundtrip. It's not a long walk, but we're at the top of a steepish hill, and the camp is at the top of another. That makes the walk harder.

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I'm still recovering slowly from the gallbladder surgery. Only the biggest incision still gives me twinges of discomfort, so I'm counting myself as mostly recovered. On Friday, I'll see the doctor again for my post-surgery check up. I'm hopeful that I'll be cleared for normal activity.

The last few weeks have been largely focused on recovery. It's hard for me to think of anything else when I look back. For the first week, I spent most of my time in bed, either sleeping or reading. Getting up hurt too much.

I actually had to call the hospital for a second painkiller prescription as the first one was running out. I was still in enough pain that I'd wake up about an hour before the next dose was due. Fortunately, they didn't give me a hard time about it.

Several days passed after the surgery before I could eat much of anything. My body just didn't want food. The post surgery instructions said to return to a normal diet. The surgeon had said to stick with bland foods for a while. I went with the surgeon's advice as that seemed to be what my body wanted. It's been a relief since then to be able to start eating normally again without worrying that this meal will be the one to set off more gallbladder pain.

Cordelia spent the week of the surgery with Scott's sister and her family. The surgery was on Tuesday. Cordelia came home on Saturday, after Scott got home from work. (He had to work Saturday because he called in on Wednesday so as not to leave me alone right after the surgery.) Scott had the next week scheduled as vacation. We'd originally planned to visit my grandmother, but we had to give up on that. I simply wasn't up to it.

We did spend two nights with my parents at the house they rented near Lawton. Cordelia had a grand time playing with her three year old cousin and her Uncle Sam. I think she was in the lake three or four times during our one full day. The house was crazy full of people most of the time, and I really wanted to escape. Unfortunately, there was nowhere to go.

The original plan was for me and Cordelia to spend nearly a week at the house and for Scott to come get us last Friday. My parents ended up vetoing the plan, saying that they needed to leave Friday morning. I find myself torn-- I'd have liked more time with my parents, particularly some time without lots of other people around, and I'd have liked Cordelia to have more time to enjoy the place and her grandparents. On the other hand, though, I'd have gone crazy. I had nothing to read, no internet, nothing. I wasn't looking forward to the full week without Scott, especially not while I was still recovering from surgery.

I'm going to try to persuade my mother to visit this fall. My step-father can't (and really wouldn't want to), but I might be able to talk my mother into it if she comes before it starts getting really cold.

This week, Cordelia has camp. She protested yesterday that she didn't want to go. I think she was uncertain about what would happen in spite of this being her second week of camp this summer. When I picked her up, though, she was pleased with her day, and she was happy to go this morning (even if she hated getting up). My calf muscles are already protesting the twice a day roundtrip. It's not a long walk, but we're at the top of a steepish hill, and the camp is at the top of another. That makes the walk harder.