NO, I Will Not Post A Picture

My daughter called the after-surgery-photo I sent next level.

My husband texted Wow, that's some bandage.

The puffiness moves around my face; this morning I woke up looking like Donald Duck.

The small potato stuck to the middle of my face did nothing to improve the situation.

Nothing hurts.  The bottom of a 16oz Costco water bottle fits perfectly over my eye, cooling above and below while avoiding my eyeball.  15 minutes on, 45 minutes off, my arm holding the bottle propped on a pillow when TBG's forearm starts to wobble.  It's an all hands on deck situation.

The bandage is a distraction covering the occasional itch.  It's in my line of sight, which makes typing and reading a brain teaser.  I can ignore it only for so long before I have to cast my gaze to the horizon.  I've been listening to podcasts while football players run across the television; neither activity requires much of my eyeballs.

I'm writing this Saturday morning.  Tomorrow I remove the protruding bandage, take a shower and wash my hair (!), and apply a homemade protective layer, with supplies Amazon delivered right after I ordered them.  

No way was I going out in public to purchase them myself.

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  1. What seemed like a simple surgery apparently gets more difficult in the recovery.

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    1. I don't hurt. The small bandage is less impinging. And I'm cancer free, so WHOOPPEEEE!
      a/b

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