Home

So I'm home. I got home yesterday. There were some complications that extended my stay a few extra days but I'm home and all things considered, I'm doing pretty good. I still feel like crap and probably will for the next couple of weeks. Over all, it wasn't a terrible, horrible experience. It was surgery, not so pleasant but it wasn't the horrifying experience that i've been trained to expect from past medical procedures.

My arms look like I'm a drug addict. For a couple of days they had to draw my blood every hour and after a while, my veins started to protest. Why didn't they just insert an IV or something? well, they did but the needled pulled out of the vein (there's a medical term they used but i can't remember it) and they had to take it out and the other hand had the IV for my antibiotics/fluids etc. I've got some funny looking bruises on my stomach from where they gave me blood thinning injections and insulin injections. For the past four days i've basically been a human pincushion. But like i said, all things considered, I'm doing pretty good. The hardest part is going to be not doing too much. I always push myself more than i should. I feel "good" so i go do something and then i end up feeling like crap. And in this case doing "something" can be as simple as going up and down the stairs too many times or even showering. I took a shower this afternoon and it feels great to be clean, but i am utterly pooped now. And food tastes funny. Not horrible...just off.

So yeah...i'm home. I'm alive and i'm feeling good...relatively speaking.