…that I’ve been in the hospital entirely too much this summer.
Well it ain’t a rumor – it’s true!
It’s a long, drawn out, saga that I won’t bore you with here. If you are so inclined, you may certainly feel free to check out my DS Blog at Living the DS Life – where it has been chronicled. Suffice it to say that in the past five months I’ve been hospitalized four times, for a grand total of something to the effect of 40 days. I’ve lost count of how many procedures I’ve had done, or times that I’ve been under anesthesia. My poor butt is so flat from sitting around so much it may never recover!
And me – remember me? The girl who ADORES food? Guess what?! I’ve been given instructions to put my “stomach to rest” for the next six weeks. That means no eating or drinking until the end of October/ first part of November. If you’ve read this blog at all, you know that I love to cook, I love recipes, and all of that stuff – and that I devote, typically, at least one day a week to food in some way, shape, or the other!
Somehow I’ve got to figure this whole dichotomy out.
But you know what?
I don’t really care! You know why? Because just about an hour and a half ago my wonderful surgeon walked in the room, took a seat, and chatted with me and said, “You know, we oughtta get you home.”
I’m going home.
Gosh I miss home.
I even miss the dumpy little old house.
You know what I really miss, of course – my family. I don’t think we’ve all been in the same room at the same time in nearly 3 weeks.
I missed the kids starting back to school.
I feel a little like I do when I’ve been out of the country for a couple of weeks and then have to come home and do a crash course on catching up – only I’ve just been a short drive over the hill.
My limitations will be quite different – once I get home – than I’m used to.
I’ll be receiving IV nutrition (TPN) at home via a PICC line that I have. That will take up 12 hours of each 24 hour period of time.
I’m on three IV antibiotics and two other IV medications throughout the course of the day at home.
I will have to self-administer all of these, and you know what? I just don’t care – CAUSE I GETTA GO HOME!!!!
So I’m gonna be a good girl, I’m gonna do what I’m supposed to. I’m going to heal up. And I’m gonna do it at home. Not exactly 100% sure if I get to go home tomorrow (Tuesday) or the next day (Wednesday). But – you get the idea of the theme here, right? – I get to go home!