This will probably end up being the last of the daily updates, because there’s a limit to how much I can stand even my own bitching.

Apparently I am allergic to either Keflex or one of the narcotics. The more likely candidate is Keflex, and despite huge quantities of Benedryl and hydrocortisone cream, the rash on my neck, shoulders, and upper chest isn’t gone yet. I was afraid the doctor was going to want me to stay on Keflex and give me a medrol pack, but so far, the Keflex has been d/c and I will hope this gets better…soon. I hate the steroids. I don’t need to be crankier, more bloated, or have my sleep disturbed even more. (So I really hope this rash is gone soon.)

The narcotics leave me feeling strung out and miserable. I wonder WTF as far as recreational use goes, because I hate this feeling. I wanted to go back to just the oxycodone today (under the impression that I should be feeling much better by now) but no. There is a baseline of aching pain that it doesn’t take care of, and then if I move a certain way, it feels like someone is trying to tear off my left nipple. That certain way is when I drop something and I reflexively catch it or if I bend over to pick something up. Kind of a Catch-22, that.

(At least I am down to taking 2 mg of dilaudid at a time instead of 4 mg, which is what I did Thursday afternoon and all day Friday.)

I freaked out about the bruises and incision sites today and M informed me I have unrealistic expectations about healing. Sure it’s one thing to know that a few weeks of discomfort will result in many years of relief, but knowing that hasn’t made me any less whiny now.

Also, I hate feeling useless. I can’t do much around the house, although I did manage to get Pea bathed and we compared January and June star charts (more educating than I’ve done since the surgery; the last few days have been a huge boon to her Johnny Test watching schedule). I did some research and reading yesterday and a little today, but I wonder how much of it I’ll remember in a few days.