It has now been 1 month, 4 days and 8 hours since my first major surgery, and by major I mean I had to say goodbye to Larry (the right side of my liver) and Tom (my gallbladder). I have since been home recovering and now that I can not only make it through the day
without a nap with only one nap, I’ve finally began to realize the true meaning of recovery.
The three R’s of Recovery:
And watching TV
At first I had a problem with this, “what do you mean I’m supposed to sit around all day and do nothing?”
“You mean it’s ok for me to take high doses of these narcotics?
“You want me to eat all these fatty foods and not exercise or lift anything heavy?”
Ok. Done and done.