Not a whole lot to write about the last seven days. Last Sunday I was wearing a mask to stay healthy, we were washing bed sheets and towels and I was taking two showers - the first with regular soap and the second one with antibacterial soap - and I was getting geared up for a Monday morning out-patient surgery. Only, it turned out to be an overnight stay surgery for reasons I am still not very clear on (blame it on the Versed med that erases memories). But, I think it was because I had more scar tissue around my large intestine which caused the procedure to take three and a half hours rather than the usual two and a half which put me getting out of recovery late in the day (at around 7:00) and because my bladder was already somewhat "angry" (per Dr. Shi who described it having a somewhat inflamed lining). Regardless, I didn't go home until Tuesday morning. Mercy Hospital is a very nice facility and they had several gluten-free options for breakfast, for which I was grateful. Later that morning, I passed the "pee" test meaning I got to leave without a catheter and I was back home in my own bed by noon. Pain has been very manageable with acetaminophen and ibuprofen and I have not had to take even those the last four days. So, for the rest of the week, I have rested, read and watched movies. I am very glad to have it all over with and very glad to have such a helpful husband. He has been great.
Emily stopped by Thursday to deliver a little care package that included chocolate. I did teach a few lessons - one virtual on Thursday and one in person on Saturday. I attended a baby shower for a bit on Saturday and got to go to church on Sunday. Happily, I was not assigned to play the organ and I didn't have to teach in Primary. I had choir practice afterwards and Steve had a rehearsal after that before we could go home for a quick lunch and nap because then, we attended Noah's choir concert. And, then we returned home for a birthday dinner with the Southerlands and Beckie. And, by the time everyone left at 7:30, I was SUPER tired. Yeah, I pushed it a little that day....
Photos are of Smokey Bear who is getting quite comfortable with the house...jumping on kitchen counters, nibbling on my plants. Enough to remind me that, once he returns home, I don't need to have a cat of my own ever again. And, photos from Noah's concert and the birthday dinner afterwards....
I spy with my little eye, a cat looking out the sliding glass window....