Recovering
Thank you for all of your well wishes! I’ve been overwhelmed with how loving everyone’s been. My family who stayed with us the whole time then babysat the pugs, Jon’s parents who drove all the way out 3 times over the weekend to check on us and the pugs, and to bring dinner (cause you know I’m not cooking right now), a big surprise from a co-worker who left groceries, flowers, and my favorite magazines on my doorstep, and my sweet sweet boy who took such good care of me last year when I got my tonsils out. I promised him then that he wouldn’t have to see the inside of a hospital with me for a long time. He had to watch my IV’s and catheter and interior and exterior ultra sounds, and he was so good, and so worried, and so strong. And my sweet puggies who must just know I’m not well. They have been so good and haven’t been fighting or trying to jump on my belly. Such good babies.
I’ve not yet made it downstairs today. I’m awfully loopy from my meds. I keep waking myself up having conversations with who knows about the oddest things.
I forgot to mention that I have pictures of my insides! The sheet is too big to scan so I’ll take a picture with my camera then post it. It’s pretty amazing. My mom’s dropping my camera off soon as she took it to Jake’s 1st birthday party yesterday (that I had to miss!!), but at least I’ll get to see pictures.
Bless Your Heart 