Yesterday was an unremarkable day at St. Elsewhere, until I got a surprise visit from the Hubby and the BFJ.
It was a wonderful surprise and a great visit. My heart overflows….
After their visit, the boys went out to dinner. (How rude!) Jim stayed the night at the house, and sent me a hello from one of my guest room giraffe buddies, Gimble (aka “Gimme.”)
To my great shock and even greater thrill, I found out this morning that I am going home today. I fully expected to be here until next Friday but, apparently, I’m kicking-ass on the recuperating front and they can’t see any reason to keep me here longer. Once home, I will likely be blogger-in-absentia for a while as I devote all my time and energy to cuddling the hell out of my dogs and husband to make up for lost time. *smirk*
Thanks for letting me share this part of my journey with you all, and for all the words of encouragement and support. It really did help me feel less alone through the whole ordeal. I know there’s still plenty of adjustment and work ahead of me to finish healing and getting used to my new life as an ostomate, but I know that being home is crucial to my healing and physical and mental well-being.
And honestly, I doubt I’d survive too many more of these hospital “meals”. (How do you screw up toast?)
Stay safe, all.