The Desire of My Heart3

I've been busy at work today. But, I'm going to try and continue here.
The following days are pretty blury. I think I was numb. I'm not sure when I recovered from my surgery. Because of my foot, I wasn't too concerned about the holes in my belly. I was on vicodine. The interesting thing about vicodine is that it doesn't really take away the pain, but it sure does make you not care. I call it "the fog". I was in and out of the fog for weeks. Thanksgiving and Christmas came and went. I don't remember a thing about them. After about two weeks, I left my mother's house and went home. At the time my husband worked nights. So, for 10 hours a day I would need someone to stay with me. I remember my brother stayed with me a lot. Now that I'm thinking about it I'm not sure who else did. I'll have to ask. My husband took care of everything. Up until then I had been taking care of the bills. Also, he had to keep up with the house. He was great! I'm not sure how long I was on the pain killers. One day I was watching Dr. Phil and he had a woman on his show who was addicted to vicodine. I took my last one that day. Which is when the fog cleared. But, I was still unable to fully process what had happened until I was done healing. After I stopped taking the vicodine I could stay at home by myself. With my wheel chair I could get around the house on my own and I came up with some creative ways of doing things. Because I started with the wheel chair I didn't really learn how to crutch well. Thats a lot harder than it looks. All together I was layed up for 8 weeks. After that I had physical therapy. It was the end of January before I could put both shoes on and walk without limping. Just in time for the big test at the Fertility place.
Continued on Tuesday.