I get by with a little help from my friends (aka, one day at a time)

I have been home for five days now, and they have all been a huge blur. Trying to keep a balance of pain meds and muscle relaxers and anti-nausea pills and stool softeners, because well... you know. 

I think sometimes iPhones should have a 'breathalyzer' type device attached to them, so we don't humiliate ourselves too much while under the influence of... anything. Apologies to Facebook friends for the excessive details. 

The pain has been awful, but it is definitely getting better. I think today has been the first day that I haven't woken up in complete agony. I guess that's progress? 

Thankful for friends bringing food by, because it takes some pressure off of Kimber while she's busy trying to keep me comfortable and the children entertained. Please don't stop! It really is the greatest way to help right now. 

Also thankful for friends like Sierra and Rebecca who have taken the girls away for a few hours to give us all a chance to rest. The little ones know that I have 'boo boos', but at 2 and 4, they really have no clue how to be calm and respect personal space. P keeps asking to see my 'boo boo things' (referring to my mastectomy drains.) She says, 'Ewwww! Grossssss!' And then asks to see them again. The nasty drains don't come out for at least another week. That will be a wonderful day. 

I haven't shown them what's under the bandages yet, because really, I don't even like to see it myself. 

Temporary. Just a step along the greater path.