The knife was not so nice.

I checked in on Tuesday, July 7 and was beginning to wonder if I would ever check out. The surgery went well, it was after the surgery when everything fell apart. Blood pressure went way down, blood sugar went way up which neither matters when you stop breathing. I just got home on Sunday Night. A two day stay turned in to a ICU all liquid diet six day stay. It is good to be home. When you have all day to just lay around and think about things, you realize that the two statements, "keep it simple" and "it is the little things that matter" really are true. I had a hard time sleeping without my husband there. I missed getting awakened in the mornings by Roxy rubbing her cold noise on my arm. "Good morning Granny". Rudy and Daisy chewing on my toes while I am peeing. It is funny the things you miss. I am glad to be home.