Yesterday was a disappointing day. I woke up nauseated, and it took them a while to get that under control, which meant we went back to square one: ice chips every 8 hours.
I’m swollen and sore and tired, but today the nausea is much better, and I am progressing to clear liquids. My breakfast today consisted of chicken broth and ginger ale. Breakfast of champions, y’all, breakfast of champions.
Last night, my friend, Maretta, stayed the night with me while Bri had a guys night with some buddies. Good for him. Good for me. Although having Maretta here means a lot of laughing which is pretty painful on an abdominal incision. Well worth the pain, though. I’m so glad she was here.
Now we are in a waiting game. As long as I can keep things down and keep the pain under control, I will hopefully be able to go home tonight or tomorrow, but we just don’t know. This hospital room is getting smaller by the day.
I am ready to go home, but being well-taken care of here… so this post is neither entertaining nor exciting, but my foggy brain just doesn’t work too well.
Thank you for the love and prayers. We are feeling them.
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