Wednesday's surgery is past, and I now sport a few Frankensteinian stitches in my stomach. One set is in my belly button, connecting me ubilically to the idea of a monster. Kind of fitting, actually.
Tomorrow I plan on going back to an Al-Anon meeting. It has been a long time, I have been only once in the past month, so I am missing it.
Otherwise I am fighting through the fog of painkillers. I feel as if I want to start accomplishing things again, but I am not sure how to begin.