WHO went shopping within 48 hours of having lapband surgery? I need their names, their addresses and directions to their houses......

There are people out there who are doing a number on my reputation! They say they went shopping the day after surgery. There's one woman who said she went to a wedding the day of surgery. There's other people who swear they were at work within 48 hours of their surgery. I've got the phone in my hand right now and I am calling my son Vinny and he's going to pay them a visit. He's watched enough Soprano's to know what to do to anyone who makes his mama look like a wimp. I am not a wimp. I laugh in the face of pain. I can dance even when my feet are killing me if the shoes are worth it. Trust me, I can take pain. I went shopping within 3 days of having a c-section because my daughter needed headbands! You get it......I am NOT a wimp. No one, and I mean N-O-O-N-E can tell me that they did anything remotely resembling life-as-usual within 4 hours, 24 hours, 48 hours or even 72 hours of having this surgery. If they are out there spreading that kind of b.s., they are disrespecting the family (Lapband Family.....) big time. They need taken out......
Look, I feel pretty lousy. The pain is significant. I am horribly uncomfortable. And, I just don't feel very pretty. If I felt pretty then I guess I could put up with some discomfort. But, when I am not feeling pretty.....ain't going to happen. You know me.....I'm not whining or moaning for attention. Even if I was moaning for attention......I have some pretty hefty competition around here. Remember.....Carmen has gout.
Anway, I decided to stop my pain meds....more proof that I am not a wimp. They were clouding my thinking and I am pretty sure that they are to blame for this hang-over like feeling I've been having the past 2 days. When I told my father that I felt like I had a hangover, he said "you're not drinking over there, are you?" That's exactly what I'm doing, dad! I even had a bar stool installed next to my slushy machine! Parents!!! Anyway, I'm trying to walk as much as I can. They say it's good for me. Helps with the gassy stuff (no, I'm not passing unladylike gas.....it's from the air they inflate your belly with....I swear that's the reason for it). Mostly, I've been walking around the house today. Toni won't let me out because she is a bit embarrassed of my comfy outfit choice for today. (my little nephew didn't think it was THAT bad!). But, she'll be heading out to the gym in awhile. After that, I might just run and up and down the street with a sign that says "I am Toni's Mother!" Well, I don't think I could run. Maybe I'll just get a megaphone and sit on my porch and make announcements about what Toni's mom is wearing!!! As you can tell.....I'm a bit vendictive today. Just don't mess with me at all and you shall live another day. It looks like my beloved RT Team knows exactly how to deal with me. A sweet little pot of flowers were just delivered to my door. Trust me, that group needed NO training.....they were all wonderful to begin with!! Very smart women!!!! Send me flowers/your life is spared.......;-)
So, the only news I have today is that this recuperation is definitely not a 2-3 day affair. And, for anyone who says differently, I better not find out about it. I've still got the phone in my hand and I'm calling my son Vinny........
BTW......here's pix of me leaving for the hospital and pix of my pink painted clogs. I can't figure out how to re-do the pix so it's right side up and I'm a bit too cranky too figure it out. So, deal with it.....
Anyway, the "person" who is with me in the sideways pix (hope you are dealing with it!) is sort of like my alter-ego. She dresses for each season in outfits that my pre-lapband body cannot. Sometimes she can get a bit trashy. I just never know what she'll wear next. She is still dressed in her patriotic garb from celebrating 4th of July and Toni's Birthday. She has not found any Labor Day outfits that she likes. So, she is keeping this one on until it's time to choose a little "back-to-school" number that she fancies.......