As you know the operation went okay. I am in a pretty good amount of pain and the indigestion is absolutely horrible. The type of surgery that I had makes heartburn more in tense -- like it wasn't bad enough for the last 3+ years. I don't have too much of an appetite - I get nauseous after a couple of bites of food. By the way, I never realized how many @#$#@ food commercials are on TV everyday.

I had a little mishap at the hospital the last night of my stay. They had me on a new bed specifically designed for bariatric patients and no one on the staff new how to operate it properly. It was not a very enjoyable ride when you just had major abdominal surgery to get contorted in a number of positions as they kept hitting the wrong switches and say "oops my bad, must of hit the wrong button". We'll the last night at the hospital, I must have slid down on the bed and my backside was probably where my knees should have been, so when they ran the machine to put me up in a sitting position it put alot of strain on my neck and I fell off of the bed. So here I have one person that is 90 lbs (soaking wet) on the PA screeching for help. And to my rescue joins three more 80 lb. anorexic type souls. (Yes, not nice to pick on any weight challenged people - but that is the kind of person that I am right now). Where was George Glooney and Anthony Edwards running to offer assistance??? I guess I would have to press the morphine button a couple more times for that to happen. After having all four of them assess the situation, I said to myself "Nancy, if you want to get up, you will need to rely on yourself". And for once in my life, I was very happy to have my massive thighs which pushed me up from a squatting position and my big arms that were able to grip on to the bed to hoist myself up. After that I walked myself over to my chair (yes, I declined their offer for assistance to help me walk to the chair) where I stayed for the remainder of my stay. Of course, I requested discharge the following day - I felt my 77+ Nurse Maid Lorraine would be much better for my survival. Plus the super cherry nursing aids were quite honestly getting on my last nerves. When I feel sick, I don't like people around making mild chatter about NOTHING. Strike that thought - regardless if I am sick or NOT, I have ZERO TOLERANCE for mild chatter about nothing. I think people feel that they need to fill some sunshine up your derrière to get you motivated, however, they can sell sunshine somewhere else.

The pain killers that I am taken make me more sick, so I am trying to not take them and will resort to Tylenol Extra Strength - good thing I purchased $2,000 in flexible spending supplies so I have sufficient stock.  Today I had some added fun when I started bleeding out of one of my wounds, however, Dr. told me not to worry that it is probably just a blood clot. If this is my last email, I would make the assumption that his guess was probably wrong ...................

We'll that is enough for now. I am tired, but cannot sleep. I slept only 1/2 hour today and nothing yesterday. Maybe tonight will be my lucky night.

I am actually going to read a book now (thanks Denise) - I just hooked myself up with my mom's $2 magnifying glasses so that I can actually see and read the letters! Have a great week everyone!!!!