1/6/2011 After my week of ache, pains and just down right feeling like I got hit by a truck, and yessa I sure do look like caca too. My Auntie Sue came to visit me and her visit did me good, we giggled and reminisced and if you know my Auntie Sue than you know how funny she is, and although she has he own daughter Ashley my Auntie and I have always had a close relationship. It's funny when you get older and have your own children that sometimes you forget all the silliness of your childhood growing up in a large family. We Charbonneau's despite how large this family is we are close and it would never be fair to say that I went through this journey alone,(though there are moments that I do feel alone, cause well, your pain is your pain and it can not be shared, so you cry a little and than you just suck it up) this family truly knows when to come close and keep the laughter going to get through whatever crisis that is going on. So anyway Dad came home and it was not a great luxury ride home for him either, truthful to say he looked like crap too. His first two night were as bad as mine, painful but grateful to be ALIVE!! The gravity of what I did finally started to sink in when the only thing my Dad could and wanted to was to hug Lynne and I. Once again we tried to not cry or laugh because every basic function has a consequence of "ouch".
I finally slept for 4 hours straight comfortably.
The days to follow Dad and I sleep like infants, eat a little, stay up late watching old movies and talking about everything and nothing. For every 2 days that I heal he is right behind me healing too. It has been comical because he and I discuss the new "ouch" in places where the swelling has gone down. We have what I like to refer to as Frankenstein Belly's. Dad has drains that need to be emptied. Lynne and some of the visiting nurses handle that cause ummmm eeewwww, I have just finally been able to look at my boo boo. I am not one for blood and goopy stuff. Every medical professional in my family and extended all tell me my incision looks beautiful and it will heal awesome, ya blah blah..if ya ask me it's just gross and it can be covered. Ya I am kinda vain, but so what, my mother raised me to not go out in your pajama's and at the very least throw on some mascara cause sometimes that's all ya got when you feel like a truck hit to make you feel girly again. Dad was growing a beard, due to the effort to shave was to hard and potential dangerous, haha, I was 11 when I last saw him with a beard,but he looked pretty cool. Despite our aches and pains, the Vicodan I take and the Oxycodon he takes makes us become super silly, poor Lynne she needs a vacation cause our humor can be pretty twisted and apparently I my babble and my father's babble just goes on and on. The dreams I have on this stuff, I feel like I am in a constant kaleidoscope of psychedelic I should have been a child of the 60's kinda of stuff. I am only taking this stuff twice a day now and finally able to sleep on my both my right and left side, I can shower and put on my own pajama's and I am still a Toy's R Us kid!!
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