I wake up every couple of hours, a little confused and cloudy. This morning I wandered into the bedroom (I’ve been sleeping on the couch) and woke Janie up for reasons I can’t remember. Maybe just for a hug and some moral support. She suggested I take two of the vicodin I’d been prescribed for pain, and maybe I’d be less likely to wake up so often. I gave it a try and I’m pretty sure that my life will never be the same. I’ve never experienced this feeling of complete inability to function on any level other than drooling and talking nonsense.

Janie said that I was sleeping and talking like we were engaged in a conversation. I have no real recollection of what I’ve been doing for the last 12 hours of today. At some point I ate some soup and took a bath. I have vague recollections of the medical mystery show marathon we’ve had on television throughout the day. I think we watched the Seahawks play this morning, but I can’t be sure.

This evening I’ve opted for Tylenol over vicodin. I’d like to get more than two straight hours of sleep and emerge in the morning with an idea of where the hell I am and what day it is.

I know this surgery will benefit me in the long run, but at this point I’m stuffy and tired and hoping that in the next few days I’ll be able to function outside of the safety of my pillows and blankets.