Three days post-op

Three days ago at this time, I was waking up from anesthetized sleep following my surgery. The last three days have been spent in my hotel room, in and out of sleep. I haven't had a lot of pain, and the Percoset has gone untouched. I did take Tylenol that first night, but that's it. Mostly, I'm bored. I have to rest for optimal healing, but this hotel room is starting to feel like a prison. I'm counting down the days until Wednesday, when I leave for Fresno following getting my sutures removed. I never thought I'd be so eager to leave the Bay Area for Fresno. I also have to wait until Wednesday to shower. I'm keeping clean as best I can with wet wipes and a washcloth, but that leaves a lot to be desired, especially for my hair.

I think I'm supposed to feel excited or relieved or at great peace with myself and life, but I don't. I still don't feel much of anything. Of course, my chest is wrapped in thick bandages and a binder which prevent me from actually seeing or feeling my new chest, so it still seems unreal to me. I just keep thinking that my chest cost me $8,300 (not counting transportation, lodging, meals, etc). It's hard to get my mind around.

My mom and I have been emailing back and forth, and the last couple times she has addressed the messages to Kevin. Amazing, huh? She says it feels awkward and she isn't sure if she can get used to it, but she's trying. Honestly, I think I'm more excited by that then the surgery.

Things are going well for me right now.