Last Thursday I was released from the hospital (for the second time). Finally. Thankfully.
Some people have aversions to hospitals and I was never one of them. Until now. Baylor Grapevine is a nice hospital, and 99% of the employees were in the wonderful category. But after 3 weeks, well… I just wanted to go home.
Still recuperating. Last night I was so discouraged from feeling sick all the time (side effects of the medicine) that I decided maybe it was time to quit taking the pain killers.
12 hours was about all I could handle, so I’m back to the non-narcotic one. Hopefully I can quit it soon.
No word on the biopsy. My husband thinks the researchers must be using it on their doctoral theses.
Sometimes I have to have a talk with myself about the misery. I think about people who suffered with sickness in Stalin’s prisons, Hitler’s concentration camps, G.I.’s and Filipinos on Bataan in World War II, as well as modern martyrs, who had no relief, no comfort.
So, in perspective, I’ve had it not so bad.