Post Op

Post op is almost a haze of drugs,
As my body drags itself along
And my mind longs to be free again.
I have a pill for every ailment
But best of all are the ones
That do nothing at all.
I languish in bed
Sometimes not daring to turn
To either either side
For fear of more nausea.
I'm told to put on weight
And I'm ever so eager to do so,
But my body holds me back.
Welcome to my new post op world
May this soon be behind me.

Author's Note

I didn't have a better title. The worst has passed now and I'm recovering.