Three (drug-hazed) days post-surgery. My roommate is an elderly woman who had her hip replaced two days ago. We have gone from having the curtain be closed all the time to only keeping it closed at night. The drugs give me zero appetite, but these last seven months of involuntary inactivity has made me pack on enough pounds to last me through a couple of hard winters. Or surgeries.
Expected release day is either Monday or Tuesday.
I’m on the top floor, which means that I wake up and fall asleep to the most gorgeous view. The green building in the last photograph is a part of the apartment complex that is my new home. My building, which has less floors, is hiding somewhere behind it.