Well, just freshened up the pain meds so that I may manage to remain sitting upright long enough to type the following brief note:
I am alive, and now short one cancer-ridden kidney.
I am home. Hospital care sucks. Home is better, even when it's not.
I am in pain. Lots of pain.
Recovery is taking longer that I was led to believe it would. Shouldn't be surprised: everybody tries to put a positive spin on things pre-surgery – and I've got (literally) a foot-long incisicion right through the major muscle group of the human body. Gee, why shouldn't I be surprised that it still hurts like hell?
I am not back to working on anything yet. Lots to do; feeling eager to get back to it. Hopefully tomorrow, I'll be able to do a little writing (more importantly, though, hopefully tomorrow, I'll be able to bathe). Still haven't even made it through my various e-mail accounts, so if you've e-mailed me, it may be a while 'till I respond.
Now it hurts, and I have lay down. Total time upright, twenty minutes. Not bad.