Last night I couldn't get to sleep. The big hernia was emitting a pain greater than I have ever experienced. It wasn't constant but the smallest motion could set it off, so fear of pain became the highlight of the evening.
Sarah came to bed around midnight. I wasn't asleep but was moving my hands and arms trying to find the one pressure point that would relieve the pain. That movement had her seeking another place to sleep after a short stay.
All the Tylenol in the world couldn't help this one.
Surgery can't get here soon enough.