The other day a friend asked me what was healing like after the hysterectomy I had a few years back. I was surprised that I couldn't recall anything other than what the doctors and the Husband told me. The Husband said that Dr. Gyn-Oncologist & Dr. Gynecologist marched into the waiting room with big smiles and triumph on their faces when all was said and done.
remember how anxious I got the next day of the surgery; if I didn't pee a certain amount by mid-afternoon, I was stuck in the hospital for another night. (Fortunately I met the deadline.) I also remember the day after I got home, a good friend
brought me delicious homemade brownies, and a few days later I told
another friend to leave because his negative beliefs about the world was
bringing me down. I recall now that the Husband and I slept downstairs
in L Studio for about two months.
I had to laugh that I couldn't remember my recovery period. Details may pop up later. Or not. Does it
even matter if I've forgotten? Daddy used to say to Mama when she was
grieving or griping over past recollections, "Forget about it." I must've listened to his advise.