Certainly doing better than I was on D+3 of the implantable defib adventure. By that point, I'd finally managed to find a comfortable sleeping position that allowed me to ignore the pain from the incisions and the sensation of having an object the rough size and weight of a hockey puck jammed in my side. And lifting myself out of bed was such a joy with the simultaneous sensation of pulling on super-glued flesh from both my chest and my side.
And yes, I was foolish enough to tell my boss I'd be back in time to work the following week despite my doc offering to write me a permission slip.