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We found the booklet with the post-operative exercises I'm supposed to do. I've done the mobility set now, but I'm holding off on the strengthening ones because the flexibility ones made things hurt that hadn't hurt before. I think I'll work my way up to that.

We watched a bunch of episodes of Arrow last night. I'm still eh on the show, but it's the right sort of mindless for me for right now.

I slept for about ten hours last night. I ended up taking my painkiller at the same time as my thyroid medication again. That's likely to happen often, I suspect, because I don't realize how much I hurt until I move.

I'm trying to figure out what to put on this week's grocery list. I want things that are easy to open and that don't need much preparation. I'm kind of tired of granola bars, but I can't think of much else.

I still haven't talked to my father. I left a message for him, so he should know that I'm capable of talking.

Some time this afternoon, I'll take off this compression thingy and see what's underneath. I think we need to change the bandages, but I need to check with Scott. I was very foggy when they went over the post-op instructions. I don't even know what Scott did with them which seems like something I ought to change.

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I should take off the compression thingy they put on me after surgery this afternoon, and I'm afraid to. I want to desperately because it itches like crazy, but I'm afraid of what I'll find. I'm afraid it will hurt more or that I'll bleed all over or something. I also want to wash a little, but I'm afraid I'll do it wrong. I'm also worried that none of the bras Mom bought will fit and that I'll have to put this thing I've been wearing for 48 hours on again without having a chance to wash it. They want me to wear it or a sports bra (which I don't have) for two weeks, but they weren't very clear about the purpose of doing so.

Lovely, lovely anxiety.