High of 82, 0% chance of rain, and A’s on all of my assignments.
A week ago at this time, I was out of surgery. The first thing I could focus on when I woke up from anesthesia was a clock, and it was just before eleven. My thought process was, “awesome, it’s still the morning, I can say good morning to people!” My arms and voice didn’t work so I said good morning in my head to everyone who passed. The one person that I was actually able to say anything to was the surgeon who told me that she would be there as they put me under and there as I woke up (which did make me feel a little better during the panic attack I had).
I walked around my whole block yesterday, and down and up the three flights of stairs to my house. Definitely made me sweat.
Also everything is itchy as hell now…which is a good thing but aaaaghaefjgrkehrteh