Day Three; Generous Gift!

I got an unexpected phone call this afternoon from a lady with The Maids cleaning service letting me know that someone had arranged to have our house professionally cleaned. Support and generosity has come from unexpected places during my recovery. A great friend from high school whom I've lost touch with over the years has reached out and into his wallet to extend well wishes my way. Eric Schlueter is the man behind the mop, or arranging for it. I was shocked and touched by Eric's generosity. His girlfriend, Melissa, is one lucky girl. Thank you Eric!

The generous gift from Eric was welcome news after the day I had yesterday. What was supposed to be the simple task of removing the bandage from my neck turned into a mental meltdown and a trip to the doctor's office. Let me preface this episode by saying that yesterday sucked majorly. I feel like I'm not only recovering from surgery, but also recovering from that truck that ran me over. Did anyone get the license plate? Honestly, yesterday was horrible. I felt like I had the flu all day. I was cold and hot and restless and more than anything just tired.

Anyway, I worked up the courage to take off the bandage and realized that it was stuck to the steri-strips covering my incision. I couldn't figure out how to peel off the bandage without taking the steri-strips with it. They are not supposed to come off so soon. I called Tom into the bathroom for mental support as I tried to figure out how to get the stupid bandage off. Mental support isn't Tom's thing and he immediately volunteered to start cutting with a pair of scissors he had stashed in the vanity. No thank you. I told Tom no and to just give me a minute. He left me even more panicked than before. I called him back in to look at it again and I freaked out again and wouldn't let him look at it. I blame the meds, but I was just plain crazy. I called the doctor and they told me to come in to see them. Needless to say, Tom was not too happy with me. He didn't say a word to me on the 25 minute drive from Catonsville to Glen Burnie. Looking back, I guess I can't blame him. He was in a lose-lose situation and no matter what he did or said I was panicked. Tom, I love you. Thank you for putting up with my madness.

I spent most of the morning with my cousin Amanda, who drove all the way from Hanover, PA to pay me a visit. We don't see one another as often as I like and I'm thankful for the time I got to spend with her today.

I'm feeling slightly better this afternoon. The Mack truck that ran me over yesterday has been replaced by a small SUV. I can't help but feel slightly defeated after this last surgery. My recovery is going to be longer and harder this time. Not only am I dealing with the soreness and pain from surgery, but also, my body is reacting to the fact that I've had a very important gland removed. I've lost my thyroid, now I'm just trying to avoid losing my mind.