The painkillers have made her equal parts loopy, groggy, and irritable. Her loopiness makes her forgetful and willing to say things in her sleep worthy of my status updates (my personal favorite is "baby fig, baby fig, oh, baby fig ... CHICKEN"), her grogginess makes her fall asleep in the middle of eating, and her irritability makes her demanding ... when she's not subject to mood whiplash, going from laughing at a joke to crying about nearly dropping an orange.
The frustrating part about this scenario is that she craves things—either material items, like clothing, or her favorite snacks, like olives. Today saw us go down to the rehab center a little over an hour away, go out to the grocery store in rush hour to get olives, only to have her eat two before realizing that they needed to be chilled. She did this a couple of times after surgery #1, with hamburgers and barbecue.
It's impossible for me to be aggravated at her, because I know that this is the medicine and not her normal personality. All the same, I do hope that she's able to continue recovering at the same rate so she can get her personality back, as talking to her now can be like trying to talk to a toddler.