After the first night at home, and I'm constantly worried that I will pull some stitches or something. The night went fine though it hurt a bit when I shifted position so I didn't shift position much at all. Will lie on my other side next night.
I got some painkillers also, by the way. Sweet opioids. That is what you make morphine of, or in this case something called oxikodon, and I'm supposed to take them for moderate to severe pain. It's mostly for cancer patients, according to the information in the box.
Well, I'll be using them carefully to avoid getting addicted or "used to it", however you'd like to put it. I took one before I went to bed last night, cause it hurts more when I try to fall asleep. The pressure to the wounds and not finding a good position tend to make it a bit uncomfortable, and I do have sleeping problems already, so. But otherwise, when I'm sitting here by the computer I barely even notice the pain. It's there, kinda at the same degree as my headache, but it doesn't bother me that much. It helps being still, of course. Though I should probably move around a little bit. Maybe take a five minute walk around the house or something.
I still can't really believe it, that it's actually done. When you've been waiting for something to happen for a long time with anticipation, it might take a while to get that it's finally over, all that waiting. I'm a little like that now, like "is it real? I mean really, really real?" As the physical pain increases, the mental pain decreases. Get used to me ranting about this for some time now, cause I will have a lot of thoughts to share, whether you wanna hear it or not.
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