“A hospital bed is a parked taxi with the meter running.”~Groucho Marx
Welcome back dear readers.
So then I was right. The last blog post, I knew that I was getting terribly sick to the point that I was going to have to enter the hospital.
It was not something that I was wanting to do, since my birthday was coming up in a few days from then. However, the decision to go to the hospital and risk the fact that I would celebrate my birthday there would be, quite honestly, life saving.
I think that the last time that I was in hospital, I was there for five days. And even had my gall bladder removed. So I suppose that I was banking on the possibility that I might be in and out of the hospital before or just after my birthday.
That didn’t happen. Instead, I returned home last night.
Eleven days total. And one major surgery to boot with a wound that they’ve left open. Today, I am certain that I would win the prize for being the sorest man alive.
I have to stay positive in my thinking. Even though right now that is extremely difficult to do, through all the pain and discomfort. It will get better, one day at a time. I must also remind myself that I did do the right thing, for myself and for my health. I probably wouldn’t be here if I had not made that decision to go. It was THAT BAD!!
But, I’m alive!
So hang in there, dear followers… things will get better, and I promise that I will continue to write whenever I am able to.
Dambreaker 