I have been meaning to get an update in here. But things are a little...crazy lately.
You see, when you are at at the hospital, they do a pretty good job of knocking down your symptoms in like 2 minutes using powerful drugs that are given directly in your veins, just as soon as you have a complaint. That is pretty wonderful. And with all the anti-nausea medication, and demerol (for rigors), and scheduled ativan(for fun?)...you plain don't know much about what is going on (this is a good thing, because all you miss is you feeling rotten). And that is why I had Josh do the updating in the hospital.
But why I insisted he dictate a small message from me the night I got home++++ (while still under all influences of drugs) is just...funny. I wondered why Josh was smiling when I got to the 'explosive diarrhea' part. I'm sure you all appreciated that.
We are home. We are okay. Walking out of the hospital was very strange with all that weight sloshing around and my legs rubbing together and wobbling. I was very off balance. Josh has had to recover me from the bathtub from which I may have tumbled into (unhurt thanks to all the padding). I will have to take pictures next time. I have lost 10 lbs just today.
Strange to feel old in a young persons' body. To be fat in a thin one.
We put a little post-it-note on the door bell when I got home that says "Alisa is resting, please try back later." It hasn't moved. I still feel quite ill. At the least, very tired. They assure me that around Tuesday I will be very much back to normal.
So I wait until then. And try to enjoy a few rays of sun February is so uncharacteristically spilling all over my kitchen, and few of the boys jokes constantly running through the hallway. I have even had some very wonderful, long, naps, to which I have been lost in some of the very best dreams I've ever come up with. Hoping these are still the real parts of me, and not the drugs talking.:)