So Friday night, instead of going out, I went to the hospital. Satruday night, instead of dancing, I was sleeping off anesthisia from surgery and exhaustion from being up for more then 24 hours with two short naps. Sunday night, well, more sleep, and a fight not to rip out my IV lock that they refused to remove until I was released--even though my beeping friend and its bladder of cool saline had already been exhiled from my room.
And now? I'm home--minus my apendix. I'm sore, a little bloated (due to swelling and the air they put in you so they can see where they are working), a bit stiff and slow on my feet...but I'll mend. Thanks for the kind thoughts, phonecalls and visits from friends and loved ones, they helped keep me from being bored stiff!!
And now I have to figure out how to fill the two to three weeks I'm not allowed to lift a thing--and therefore do my job.
And now? I'm home--minus my apendix. I'm sore, a little bloated (due to swelling and the air they put in you so they can see where they are working), a bit stiff and slow on my feet...but I'll mend. Thanks for the kind thoughts, phonecalls and visits from friends and loved ones, they helped keep me from being bored stiff!!
And now I have to figure out how to fill the two to three weeks I'm not allowed to lift a thing--and therefore do my job.