It's good to be out of the house, but it's bad to be in the office. I'm not really sure which of these two evils is the lesser.

I feel almost naked when wearing boxers at work. (Haha, the same kind of thrill as using the hospital urinal.)

I'm already not following doctor's orders, by accelerating some of his out-of-commission recommendations.

Thanks for the well wishes from all of you; it's lifted my spirits during this time and had a positive impact on my recovery. Apparently, of the three people who had appendectomies from that doctor that day, I'm the only one already back to work; in fact, I'm the only one out of the hospital already.