A couple people from work have stopped by. (They say people there have offered to help out with laundry, taking trash out, and grocery shopping until I rebuild my strength.) (Maybe this is a lesson about being less independent?) (Maybe it’s a reminder to take better care of my body?) (It sure is an interesting statement about how fragile the body is! (I had thought I was in pretty good health and then I get nailed right in the gut.))
There wasn’t room to put me in the proper ward for my problem, so they put me on the cancer ward.
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(Noon) The surgeon stopped by. (She says I can go home today.) (I can’t lift more than five pounds for six weeks though. (How annoying!)) (She has beautiful eyes!)
(6pm) Jim helped me to get home.
Tis a relief to be back at home!
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(7pm) Someone told Joe I had surgery and he stopped by for awhile. (He is graduating in May, he is sort of thinking of becoming a cop, and Bryan is thinking about moving to Arizona.) (Weird!)
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(6pm) Carrie called. (She is checking out New Mexico as a place to move to.)
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(4am) I have run out of pain pills and sleep is getting harder to find. (I have to sleep on my back to keep the pain down, and that is uncomfortable for me.) (Oh well, it will get better and I am taking two naps a day on the couch, so I am not missing much sleep.)
I finally got hold of my dad. (They have been in Hawaii.)
I remembered a couple dreams:
1. A mad woman traps me along with several other people in a maze, in the basement of a huge building or house. I am the only one to escape alive. I got out by climbing out when she set the place on fire. I had to blast a hole in the basement window with a gun and crawl out through there.
2. I am back with my ex. She was having an affair with someone. Then she was in jail for some reason. Then she was about to get out and I am afraid that her and her lover are going to kill me.
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(5pm) Erica dropped off some food and a note while I was napping. (Neat!)