Damn, how long was your recovery?
The original plan was for me to go in for surgery in the morning and go home in the afternoon. This was not that long after I'd had a 5-week hospitalization (during which they finally figured out that I needed to have my gallbladder removed), and I ended up spending a couple of days there. Of course I'd missed the morning menu selections and they gave me everything to eat and drink that I either hated or wasn't supposed to have. Why hospitals push coffee on people as the default is something I have never understood.
Looking back, I wish I'd gone home instead. I had the roommate from hell, with a constant stream of visitors who couldn't give a damn that I was trying to sleep and was in a lot of pain...
I don't actually remember how long the recovery took. I had home care for a few days, and spent most of that time in bed. I had three cats at that time - Maggie, Lightning, and Gussy (Tomtat had recently died). Gussy and Lightning usually slept on top of me in bed - Lightning on my chest and Gussy on my stomach. Lightning was a very small tuxedo cat, and elderly at the time, and Gussy was middle-aged. This was before I realized he had arthritis, as he was still able to jump up on the bed, and he was so happy to have me home again (I was mom to him, as he'd been separated from his own mother at such a young age). He jumped up, exactly where the bandage was, and holy crap... that hurt. A lot. I screamed, and I think he must have run all the way to the back door, thinking I was mad at him. It was hard to make him understand that he could still sleep
with me, but not
on me.
My current cat is not a tummy cat which initially made me sad but now I'm glad he's happy to cuddle at my side (he did launch off me once and it was pretty awful).
Maddy is kind of an all-over cat, wherever she feels like being.
Yikes. That looks painful.
The scars do fade over time. Mine are still visible, but not enough to notice that much. It was actually funny, how the nurses kept stressing that there would be scars, and I finally told them that since I wasn't planning on posing for any magazines, the scars didn't matter. It's not like I don't have others, from various causes (I've had one on my arm from an accidental cat scratch for nearly 34 years, and when we caught Gussy to bring him into the house - he was a feral kitten who would have either frozen or starved if we hadn't done that - he bit me through a leather glove). It took quite awhile for that scar to fade away. So scars where nobody will see them aren't a big deal.