Last night, I spent the entire night IN MY BED, and I got some decent sleep. You’d think I’d be feeling particularly fabulous this morning, but even after sleeping from 9:30 last night to 7:30 this morning (with some awake times, of course), I still feel like I need a nap. I guess the fact that it’s really only been a little more than a week since I was sliced and diced means I might still be healing and need to rest, y’think?
I had a lot of pain yesterday during the day, but it went away in the evening and there were actually a couple of times when we were watching TV that I forgot I’d had surgery. I mean, once I had to get up out of the chair I remembered quickly enough, but it was nice to have a little time where there was no pain and wooziness and just general discomfort.
The kittens are now 6 weeks old. I weighed them this morning, and except for River (who weighed in at 2 pounds, 2 ounces), they’re all under two pounds still. Between the fact that they’re not all two pounds yet, not quite weaned, and Zoe hasn’t completely gotten the hang of the litter box (she peed on a cat bed right in front of me yesterday!), I feel secure in saying that I’ve got at least two more weeks before I have to take them in to be spayed and neutered.
I always forget what bitey little brats they are at this age. They’re so MEAN. But at the same time they’re so freakin’ cute that I’d probably let them gnaw through my carotid artery without a fight as long as they occasionally stop and put their soft little paws on my face and sniff my nose.
Such a little lunatic.
Lots of kitten pics over at Flickr.
Previously
2007: “I’m so happy,” he said. “That if this were a movie, in the next scene you’d be raped or killed.”
2006: No entry.
2005: Every time I type in “u” instead of “you”, I die a little inside.
2004: No entry.
2003: What happens if you put a box on the floor?
2002: “Where was it, Bessie?” he asked, trying to draw me into the trap with him, so he could perhaps trip me and then run away, leaving me there for her to latch onto.
2001: What do you s’pose a realtor’s house looks like? I always assumed it’d be a real showplace, with everything just so, all appliances gleaming and so on.
2000: Every time I blow-dry my hair, it sounds like the phone is ringing.
All of that calming blue makes *me* want a nap! So glad the healing is coming along!
Wow. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a picture of your bed without cats.
Keep healing!
Glad you’re feeling better! Have a nap-and-movie-filled weekend!
Nothing like your own bed. Glad you got some decent rest! Keep on healing and feeling better! Have a restful weekend!! :):):):)
I want that cat.
Healing will take alot out of you!! They say that most of your body’s repair is done while you are sleeping at night.
Glad to hear you are doing good.
cecpet
Please take it easy and HEAL! That is quite the wicked cut across your abdomen and don’t forget it. Take things easy, the weekend is her so employ Hubby to do the rough stuff. Milk it in fact 😉
Just get better, pain free and we will all be happy.