JJ, The scrip is for Percocet, which I took after D5 was born. It makes me so sleepy, though, there's really no way I could care for 3 children and take it. H is still home today but....well, he's a dad, you know? He's a really GREAT dad, but he aint a mom, ifyouknowwhati'msayin.
He is alternately yelling at the kids, getting frustrated with their dirt and grime, about ready to spank D2 into oblivion, and gets discombobulated over the baby crying. (H, I say, that's what babies DO)
All in all, he is getting a really good and effective dose of what my reality is like. I think dealing with the corporate world is looking better all the time. LOL
So I go Monday to have the stitches removed. I spoke briefly to the doctor about how I'd feel particularly bad after having sex, and just what did that have to do with my appendix but he was so excited over the appendectomy that he could scarcely talk about anything else. Monday I will broach that topic again. I have this sneaking suspicion that I am not better. I'm sure this is paranoia speaking and FEAR that somehow I will end up back in the hospital, so I will try to get back to my regularly scheduled optimism.
Adios for now, I've been cleared for my first shower. Yee haw!
