Maybe Laughter is the Best Medicine
A week ago today, I had laparoscopic surgery to remove the fibroids I learned about in January, one of which was close to softball size. I guess I should have told you sooner. It just seemed odd to broadcast something like surgery on a blog and Facebook.
All went fairly well, but then I really wasn’t feeling up to sharing an update … plus it didn’t seem all that exciting. It still really isn’t … I’m at the point where I’m just feeling a bit tired and a lot sore, which typically isn’t an issue as long as I move slowly. The major times it was an issue in the early days after surgery was when I sneezed or coughed … ouch!!! Then this weekend I realized there is a wonderful thing we do with our stomach muscles … laugh.
My neighbor had some friends in town that are pretty funny so I had to “suffer” around them a few times this weekend and then I watched Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist last night and there were a few spots that just about killed me. (It’s actually a pretty cute flick that I definitely recommend.) Sort of like with sneezing and coughing, I could somewhat try to control the laughing, but then holding back on an all-out guffaw and thinking about the fact that I was trying not to laugh just make me chuckle even longer, which still hurt (although it was much more satisfying than a controlled cough or sneeze … hate those).
But then I do love to laugh … so I guess it’s worth the pain. And it does seem the more I stretch and work my stomach muscles, the better I feel the next day.