It’s very early Sunday morning as I write this. I’m on the couch in the living room, waiting for the pain meds to work. It looks like it’s going to be a beautiful day. My husband is at the WalMart picking up something for me and my bff Karen is still asleep upstairs in the guest room. I lit the candles in here because it was dark and I’m listening to Channel 848 on the DirecTV. It’s the Coffee House music station. Love it.
I had gallbladder surgery early Friday morning and my sister Charlotte drove down from York, PA to take me to the hospital, stay with me and bring me home. Hey, I’m fine, honestly. I took the coming week off from work to recuperate.
And I didn’t mention it here because I don’t want any pity, k? Yeah, it hurts but so do a lot of people. And it won’t last. I began to get sick in January and since then had 7 episodes of what I can only describe as awful.
After numerous tests, I found out that I had a large stone in my gallbladder. They do these surgeries laproscopically now. I’m not even sure I spelled that right.
But look! I can still take pictures. And yesterday I walked all around the outside of the house. And then I came inside and took a big nap.
George is helping the only way he can. He knows something’s up, so he brought me his monkey toy. What a sweetheart!
I’ll be back in the swing of things soon, so no worries. Hope you’re all well and that your Sunday is a lovely one.
Until later, my friends . . .