bean is home

She's logy, confused, and stumbling...especially with the collar that she has to wear to keep her from bothering her incision. Here she's doing her best Daffy Duck impersonation:

She is on pain meds every 8 hours, antibiotics every 12, and anti-inflammatories every other day. The collar stays on for the next week...it's hard not to giggle when you see her trying to make her way down the hallway, poor thing. She has no peripheral vision with it, and her neuro troubles make her walk crookedly anyway...so no matter where she starts, she ends up rubbing along the wall. You can hear the "sssshhhhhhhhhhhtttttt" of the plastic collar against the wall as she goes.

As you can tell by this look on her face, she's not thrilled:

It didn't take her long to find her trusty friends, though [it's a bit out of focus, but you get the idea]. It was so cute watching her try to pick it up...the collar kept getting in the way, but she kept trying. Perseverance won out:

I'm off to give her some attention, pain meds, and a comfortable spot to lie down...and to reassure her that the collar is very fetching on her.