The late evening sun is barely pushing its way through my bedroom window. My recovery buddy, Champ, lays at my feet snoring heavily. Every once in a while his hind leg twitches and I beg to wonder what his furry mind is dreaming of.
I don’t know how long I’ve been staring at the same channel on t.v.
The fucking Food Network.
Ironic, since a banana almost killed me yesterday.
A pillow splints my midsection which has ballooned to the size of a 4 month pregnant woman.
Only one that’s been stabbed 4 times.
I know. I’m kind of hot.
Shawn’s already given me this look of “Hey, your bed head is kind of sexy, only if I could get past the bile smell in your mouth.”
He’s given me the “Dear Jesus, I think I misunderstood the part when you said in sickness and in health. I was thinking more on the lines of a flu bug, not defunct body parts.”
He washed the iodine off of my stomach without throwing up once and then made me jello.
So he’s a keeper.
Speaking of which there is an air of jubilance flows in from the next room in the form of belly laughs as he rough houses with Chunky in the living room.
Yes, I used the word jubilance.
Even on drugs I surprise the shit out of myself with my intelligence.
What does that say about me?
I don’t know.
Don’t think about it.
As I look around my room, I’m surrounded by a puke bucket, wonderful novels itching to be read (hello bloggess, come to mama), water with a Lego piece floating in it, and so much love.
I want to thank all of you for all of your prayers, thoughts and well wishes.
And for tolerrating narcotic tweets.
I feel very blessed to have so many great people in my life.
The surgery went well.
I’m gallbladder free.
And all is right with the world.
PS. Don’t forget to visit my guest bloggers. Friday we had the very funny Stephanie talking about her own gallbladder of death and on Saturday we had Tawny confessing her hate of child germs.
There are more awesome bloggers coming up so keep coming back!!