I’m home now and more comfortable.  But I think there’s a quite a road ahead of me.  I haven’t eaten anything since Thursday and have no desire to.  The current thinking is that I have sludgy gall bladder … yes, that’s as gross as it sounds.

If you think of it, though, pray for my room mate.  She was hit riding her bicycle on Friday.  The woman who hit her stayed with her long enough to call 9-1-1 and then left the scene.  Roommate broke her ankle and must keep weight off it for a month.  This is complicated by her left arm being so torn up she could see her bone through the laceration.  She was also discharged today and seems to have a good support system here.  But do say a prayer or two for her when you think of it.

I am happy to be home and in my own digs again.  That helps more than anything else.  Thank you all for your wonderful well-wishes.  Lighthusband kept printing them out and bringing them to me at the hospital.

Yes, Erin, they did give me Dilaudid and sent me home with some as well.  That is some great stuff and causes some very realistic dreams!  On the other hand, it’s likely to be a while before I’m able to do any wonderful writing or thinking here.  Oh well …