I will be in until at least tomorrow and the surgeon said I can remain for a few days if I need to. We will see how I feel, but if I’m feeling as rough as I am now, I don’t see myself leaving until Saturday.
I just forced myself to walk all four hallways and that exhausted me.
The only momentous occasion was this morning when both of my IVs popped within ten minutes of each other.
I also got to pet one of the therapy dogs named Holly, who is a standard poodle.
Here’s my inedible lunch, greasy microwave chicken strips and floppy microwave fries.
Not shown: permelted ice cream.