ALL THOSE DAYS GONE BY SO/SO FAST FAST in Postcards 4

If you don’t want details, don’t read. I’m home and fine. 

I’m still coughing terribly holding my side to hold myself together. No longer do I cough up great gobs of dried red blood. Now instead, I am showing signs of healing at last. I did take a yellow note pad and pen with me to the Hospital hoping I could write slightly lyrically.

Instead: Long prep, long stay in post op…nothing lyrical about that writing. No AFIB during surgery as the doc gave me a beta blocker. One pill for the cost of the two I removed from my roster of meds. The rest of my first day was spent napping and or eating.

Second day, Friday, started with an x-ray them morphed into snoozing mindlessly.
Third Day: Saturday, I obsessed on my blood sugar. It led me into diabetes and paranoia. 147 the first day. 118, then 116 by nightfall and 103 by bed time. By Sunday I was once again at 95. Monday I slept most of the day, and by TUESDAY I DEVOLVED INTO MINDLESLESSLLY THINKING. This is not a light and furry entry; much less amusing.

G has applied to Scripps Home Health Services, and maybe life will move fractionally smoofer when it arrives.

I’m home. I spent most of yesterday figuring out the new vs old meds. I must honestly say, I am sleeping the sleep of the just. Lovely stuff sleep. Simply wonderful.
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• Himself: Working hard to pay the bills.


• Myself: Pretty good all but the cough.


• Photo: Mother or father: Easter Sunday dress; and it itched.


• Reading: Another Stevenson. I did enjoy the 4 about Mrs. Rome.


• Gratitude’s: My list if awfully full today.

Last updated September 21, 2019