Surgery appears to have been successful (at least insofar as I seem to be breathing and conscious) and I am at home. Recovery is proceeding quite a bit faster than I was anticipating, though I'm still in quite a bit of pain and walking is even slower than normal right now. About the only thing that isn't going better than I expected is the lack of support forthcoming from my mother who, despite solemn pronouncements before the op, has given not a word of sympathy or support and, yes you guessed it, has already begun complaining that I'm avoiding doing stuff for her.
Truly, the woman is a blight on my life.
Truly, the woman is a blight on my life.