On day 4 the gas pain continued. I walked seven laps around our house trying to shift it. It didn’t work. I knew there was a reason that I hate exercise. 831 more words
The surgeon came in and said I could go home but not without repeating himself about my tight sleeve. Enough already!
I have a friend who thinks a stint in hospital sounds lovely: 3 meals delivered, lying around all day, drugs for pain. 414 more words