My surgery went well.  I'm all bandaged up at home now.  My family has given me a surprising amount of space to recover in my own way.  Not to say they don't check up on me, but I appreciate the alone time I'm allowed.

My husband is pretty special too.  I often don't give him enough credit, but from being there after my drug-induced sleep to waking up at ungodly hours to fetch pain medication, he's soldiered on.

The hubs took off the bandages today and my view was unsightly.  I guess I should be happy that the meds work pretty fast.

Hubs asked me to send this to him.  Reassurance, I suppose?

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