Actually, a whole bunch of stitches. I haven't actually steeled myself to count them yet. The hernia repair incision ended up being a wee bit bigger than I anticipated, and my recovery from anesthesia a wee bit rougher. The did let me go from the hospital Friday night, but I spent all of Saturday moping around the house Saturday feeling head-achy and nauseous, unable to eat or drink much, and relearning how to get in and out of bed without using any abdominal muscles. That last, by the way, is a whole helluvalot easier in the hospital with those little side-rails they put on the beds.
Today I feel somewhat better, and am maneuvering a bit better. I ate a whole yogurt plus a slice of bread PLUS one of those nuke-a-soup things. If I behave, my side aches rather than actually hurts.
I have no idea when I get the stitches out yet, but I hold out some hope it may be Friday. Meanwhile, this is about all the typing I feel like pushing myself to do. I think I'll return to the sofa and stare into space some more.