Weary

Abigail had her tonsils and aednoids removed last Tuesday by a skilled surgeon wielding a cool little tool called a plasma knife.  Her recovery has been both better and worse than I expected.  She ran a low grade fever and had some significant pain for a few days after the surgery.  Both were easily handled with regular Tylenol and an occasional dose of Lortab.  I had to bribe her a couple of times to take the Lortab.  Just call me the kiddie drug dealer of our neighborhood.  “Here little girl…try this and I’ll go buy you a LaLaLoopsy doll!” 

I anticipated fever and pain.  But, the last couple of days, she’s had an upset stomach, most likely from the antibiotic she was prescribed by the doctor to reduce the risk of infection in the open wounds in her throat.  And she is tired, much more tired than I expected her to be.  Yesterday, she didn’t leave the bedroom except for a quick car ride with Steve to my mom’s house.  She has only left the house twice since Tuesday.  I’m sure that a lot of her weariness is from her lack of eating.  Tonight, at last, she is actually playing with some of her ponies and using her “pretend voices” for all the characters.  So, maybe we’ve turned a corner and tomorrow will be a better day. 

I am much more weary than I thought I’d be.  Part of that is worry and part of it is that Friday morning, I twisted my back horribly and spent the better part of two days in bed in some pretty rough pain.  Yeah, I have wonderful timing.  I thought that during Abigail’s recovery I would be super-productive – well, that just didn’t happen.  But, this is a new week, a new month, a new beginning.