Seth went to work around 12:15 and I curled up on the couch wondering why on earth I hadn't gone to work because, you know, I felt pretty okay. I wasn't in a lot of pain, I didn't feel loopy from the pain killers. I was tired, but otherwise couldn't figure out why I was home. A couple hours later the phone rang and I stood up to answer it and I felt like a knife was slicing a line through my abdomen. Oh yeah. THAT'S why I didn't go to work. The pain medicine wore off. DUH. More medicine. Life was good again.
Meanwhile, back to my drug-induced utopia.