Busting out

I finally got out of the hospital on Friday, July 3rd. When I woke up, they drew more blood and weighed me and I was down 10 pounds from when I was admitted. That is a lot of fluid! Then, I ate the same breakfast as the day before, and it came back up within 20 minutes. I don't know if it was the PG hormones, or the morphine, but it was awful. I got to get a shower for the first time in 3 days, which felt wonderful, and then L picked me up and took me home. Dr. T gave me a note and told me to rest and not go back to work until the following Wednesday. I slept most of the day I went home, too. I know, my life is so exciting.

On the 4th I did some cleaning and L and I went over to a friend's house. They were grilling out and there were a lot of friends there that we hadn't seen for awhile, so it was fun. I was popping Percocet and anti-nausea meds the whole time, but it was honestly nice to be out doing something. Plus, there was pasta salad, which I had been craving constantly, and still am.