It's funny how body functions are treated in different settings. I never thought I'd be praised for passing gas, peeing and crapping. My three days in the hospital are finally over (thank goodness!) and I am at home recouperating. The surgeon was standoffish the whole time, but whatever. He did his job. He did a damn good one too. Sleeping/sitting/moving is still very hard, but I am coming along quite well.

Oh and if you ever need to rest, DO NOT expect to in a hospital. The every six hour check ups turn into every three for the night. I had my blood pressure, pulse and temperature taken at 11PM, 2 AM and 5AM. Plus the nurses were conducting a hen party, clucking all night long. You'd think they'd keep the laughter to a dull roar... Oh well. All of my nurses were kick ass. My roommate was a sweet kid with an unknown illness. One night her doctors were in her part of the room for 4 hours. Turning the lights on, trying to do tests and asking questions that could have waited until the AM. Idiots.

It felt so good to walk through the door today. I missed being home so bad. Now I can finally rest and drive Jake crazy.

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