Lortab reporting

Brief post -

I had my surgery. I've been spending the last days, recouping at various houses, but I'm home now.

As for this very second, I'm in some killer-ass pain. I was kicking, when I first got out of the hospital, but now, the high has worn off, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to die.

I just need to thank my aunt for doing all that she's done for me this week. She's driven to Birmingham every single day this week, just to help me out, and I can't thank her enough! And thanks to the kids for coming over and entertaining me and taking care of me while I was down. It seems like I've only gotten worse, but I'm just not used to not being able to get around on my own. That, and I'm still in this straight-leg brace for another 5 days. And I need a shower.

Right now, I'm just going to let the lortab do the work, and I'm laying down. I'm freaking exhausted from recovering...

Ps. I just had my first post-surgical depression breakdown. Jammy hooked one of her claws into the hip where I had surgery. OMFG. If I don't die from cat-scratch, I may drown from my own tears. Just in case you didn't get me the first time, I'm fucking hurting.

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