After surgery, I felt fine. Not overly happy or drugged from the IV, but not painful either. I felt so well, that I found the prescription they gave me completely unnecessary. It was all strong and had a lot of warnings on it anyway—I’ll save it for later. I didn’t even need over-the-counter aspirin though!
Mostly my trouble was what to do in a vacated apartment for 4 or 5 hours. I decided to eat some Doritos (yum) and watch “Pauli Shore is Dead” I made it through the movie somehow, but by the time it was over I WISHED I had been drugged. Wow, it sucks horribly—don’t watch it.
Lauren and Josh finally arrived and were overly cautious of my condition. I suggested we go out and eat. I was pretty stir-crazy by that time, as my day (aside from surgery) mostly consisted of waiting. Suggestion: Rainforest Café is yummy and reminds me of Vegas, so go there!
That night, I slept on a loveseat. I’m pretty short, so it wasn’t as bad as it could have potentially been, but let’s just say it wasn’t the MOST restful sleep I’ve ever had. Saturday, I had to get up at 7 am to make it to work on time. Yeah, I worked half of Saturday the day after I had surgery, cause I’m hardcore like that. Well, and there was no way out of it. . .
All in all the whole egg donating venture was pretty painless.
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