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I'm back at work and have passed three weeks. I've been in a funk for the past couple days. I suppose it's normal, but on top of trying to remember everything and keep up with everything, my stomach hurts and I'm bored with my food choices.

Tomorrow is a week since my surgery and all I can say is that it is still going well. Other than sleeping late in the morning, I've been able to stay up throughout the day. I'm learning lessons every day about how to take care of myself. Today, I learned that I must must must take my water with me. I went shopping this morning and began to feel lightheaded by the time we were wrapping up. Forget American Express, it's my water that I can't leave home without.

I'm glad to be getting close to the time when I'm going to be able to move to a full liquid diet (Wednesday), and I'm glad that I've been told by the nurse that I can start driving again.

I got home on Thursday, felt o.k., and then yesterday was a downer. I guess I went through some normal feelings -- was this really a good idea? How am I going to get through the next two weeks, let alone the next few months? Just felt like I was in a funk all day. I ended up calling the doctor's office and was firmly reminded that I must get 64 ozs. of water/liquid a day. That was part of my problem, so my dad took me to the grocery store and I got two boxes of popsicles. Still didn't feel great when I went to bed last night, but felt much much better this morning. 

One thing I will say is that the incisions really haven't bothered me much, if at all. All the "pain" has been getting reacquainted with my stomach. I'm already tired of broth, but Jell-O and popsicles have been o.k. At this point, I'm just looking forward to when I can drink milk.

Today has been a much much better day. I've been up all day. I was able to get to Borders to get a book and to Walmart for some other necessities. My kids are with their dad this weekend, so it's been a quiet day.

My girls have surprised me -- and mostly in a good way. The oldest, age 13, has been really helpful throughout everything. The younger one, age 10, has been helpful for the most part, although she has some trouble with the idea that I'm not here to serve her. Still, overall, she's been a help.

So, I'd say, that with that one minor bump in the road, things have gone pretty well in the five days since surgery.

Tomorrow is my day. I really can't think of anything else. I'm scared, nervous and excited. I'm trying to wrap up work. I'm trying to wrap up stuff at home. I still have to finish my Income Taxes! I'm at the point where I just want to be on the other side of this.