checking in

It's been five days since surgery. I've literally done nothing. I empty my drains twice a day, take my painkillers, religiously and just rest. It's very quiet in my daughters house while she and her fiancé are at work. It's the best I could've hoped for in regards to healing. I actually do not even know what they did to me. I will find out tomorrow when hopefully I can get these danged drains out. They are a pain in the ass. I've been able to move a lot better than I thought considering my last surgery like this was 11 years ago. I've been nauseous off and on for the most part but I'm sure it's the tramadol. I don't know what they look like as they've been bound and bandaged in thr pink binder. I will have to wear compression bras for about eight weeks to make sure that everything stays in their place. The only pain I'm having right now is the weight of the drains on my skin that shit sucks. I'm hoping to have my mom pick me up Friday and take me home and move on with my life.