I am very, very, very, (insert appropriate number of verys), thankful for all those who have checked this blog the last few days. It was such a pleasant thought to think of all those people thinking about me. And then at the end of the day to have the comments to listen to as I settled down for night in the hospital.
Being so ill in the hospital was rather a surreal experience
I was generally wakeful between 1 and 3 am and at that time the PCU floor was very quiet. I could look out the window on one side of an open ended box, and see the cool white lights that matched mine in the other sides of the box, for a few floors up and down. It felt a bit like floating in space with no time or dimension.
So, dear ones, Stage two on the journey begins. Surgery is over, recovery begins.
Recovery is boring. It means parking my carcass on the couch and leaving it there. It does not mean I can get up every little bit and put something away and sit back down. I tried that the first day and crashed and burned painfully. So, today and yesterday, here I am sitting on the couch, napping, eating, pill popping, relatively pain free.
People are working around me, and I'm trying not to feel guilty. I feel like I should be doing something.
Anyway, I am ready to go back to regular blog programming. I'll still keep this updated oftener than usual, just not every day.
Tomorrow is a very special day in my world, blogging or otherwise. So, we are going to celebrate our 25th anniversary while I sit on my very nice couch and recover.
And I go the the doctor on Tuesday, hopefully to have the staples removed from my head then