Rich’s surgery went well yesterday. He’s home and, being Rich, not relaxing as much as he should be.

Last night was pretty rough; he wasfeeling green from the anesthesia despite the four anti-nausea “cocktails” they gave him. He hung out on the recliner for a little while but took his pain medicine and went to bed pretty early.

He slept well, waking up at about 3:30 starving. He ate a banana, took another pain pill, and slept until the alarm went off at 6:00. He’s in good spirits and made a point of cooking breakfast. Oh, and he’s a happy, happy man now that he has some coffee.

I’m at work. His mom works right down the street (we walk past her building when we walk the dogs all the time) and will pop in a couple times a day to check on him. I called her already to let her know how he was doing and to tell he what time he needs his next pain pill.

The hard part is over. The rest is down hill from here.