Thursday, February 22, 2007
Recovering
I do not remember much. But what I do remember is that I hate IV's. They hurt like hell.
I vaguely remember being told to get dress and drink something. But I do not remember getting dressed. I did take a sip of something. I do not remember seeing the nurse after and do not remember how I got home. When my husband woke me up I was on my sofa. All I want to do is sleep. My appetite is zip, zilch, nic, nada. Saltines and toast are to my liking.
What surprised me is that I was released in the condition I was in.
