I’m waiting with some excitement for the first time I can sleep on my side again.
Either side. It doesn’t matter.
Each time I have surgery, there are a lot of stages towards healing: painful, loopy, gross, etc.
But my favorite is when I can finally curl up on my side again. A squishy, cool pillow wrapped in my arms and under my head, facing toward the wall, eyes closed in comfort.
Different sides make all the difference.