Decided to do a little journaling while I'm finally awake. I slept for an entire day after I got home from the surgery. I don't even remember getting home. No one checked on me the entire time so I woke up really out of it and feeling like I had a few organs removed which at least is accurate. They only put me on 5mg of oxycodone which is barely enough to knock the edge off the pain so I've mostly just been laying down.

My rats seemed glad to see me moving around again and Roger even sat still for me to pet him. They're good rats.

I might go lie down again so I don't regret being up for too long. I don't want to end up with anything oozing or anything like that. A friend commented on the picture I shared on instagram that the procedure was less invasive than imagined and I guess it wasn't that bad. Four about 1-2 inch long incisions in my abdomen. I remember the doctor making some kind of comment about how I'm actually a bit muscular. I can definitely feel it in my abs. I won't be able to do crunches for a while...

Maybe I'll do some meditation or lay and watch something. I can finally eat again, too, but I don't really have much ready to go. I didn't prepare as well as I should have. Nothing to be done about it now, really.