Well, I'm sort of back. Recovering from a major abdominal surgery is a big deal. I can't even imagine having a C section and having to go through the recovery from surgery, plus the usual post natal problems, plus a new baby. My hat goes off to any woman who has had to do this. And to those people who have "ëlective"surgery, well, you are plain crazy, IMHO. Real life surgery is nothing like hospital experiences on TV. No hottie doctors, the rooms are ugly and old, and there is always a room mate. The only people who get private rooms here are people with super bug infections, or people who are dying. In my case, the room mate was Sophie. An elderly native lady who had her foot chopped off. She was very hard to share with. She kept her TV on all the time. Even at night. That is when I would muster all of my strength to cross the room, turn off her TV and move it out of her reach. She blamed the nurses. ha, take that Sophie. And the food is just as bad as you have heard. But, I did discover something about myself. I have inherited a strange behaviour from my Grandfather. In his fridge, in the butter and cheese keepers in the door, he always had a huge collection of individually portioned condiments. Ketchup, salad dressing, soy sauce, you name it. Well, by the end of my stay, I had nearly filled the top drawer of my bedside table with individually portioned condiments. I just could not bear to toss them, they were still good, and maybe I might pack one in my lunch for work one day. But then, I envisioned my grandpa's fridge, and all that mustard falling out every time you opened the door, and I threw them all away. Just like that. There are many things to be said about a hospital stay, and truth is, I could complain all day about it, but really, I am just thankful to have it over with. I am slowly getting better, even though my feet and legs are still ridiculously swollen, I can eat, I am not throwing up anymore. I hope to start gaining weight, I am going to get a second medical opinion on managing my Crohn's, and also visit a naturopath. And, I am going to start juicing, once I am able to go grocery shopping.
Another thing about going through this experience, wow, people really care. I have had so many people helping in so many ways. I am thankful and blessed to have so many people, friends, family, co-workers, who are looking out for me. Today's task is writing out thank you cards!