Fooooooood, etc.

I get to eat!!!!!!

ETA: I don't remember if I was allowed 30 cc an hour or 60 cc. Either way, it was yummy, because I'd been deprived. Cream of chicken soup will probably never be yummy in any other situation. At this point, I was also able to drink as much as I wanted.

I'm doing laps in the hallway for entertainment. Hospitals are boring, even with free movies (seriously, who can watch Inception on narcotics?!)

I have an ache in my abdomen, a little pain at the incision sites, and sore muscles from being stuck in a bed for too long. Otherwise, I'm good. Nothing that I can really complain about.

Morphine was done yesterday, mostly at my request. I'd be a horrible opium addict. Shit gives me a headache.