Finding something to be thankful for
Well, I'm not thankful for my new ward mate. And not I'm not thankful for my swollen knees, from my overnight on a oxycodine drip. Apparently my body doesn't like opiates. I wasn't sure the epidural was actually doing anything, but now I know they really do work to lessen the pain. I miss that creepy needle in my spine! So I guess that makes me thankful for the one window with a pretty view. It has the only fresh air in the ward.
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Comments (5)
Hi Michelle - checking up on your blog this morning. Glad to read of small steps forward. I think that window is looking over the field where we sometimes take Varna for a walk. xx
You actually sound a little better with each post. Delighted to hear it! Gordon
I hear you on the opiates! At this stage, however, needed! The view is indeed lovely, must make a nice difference. Wishing you success in tuning out the ward mate! Courage in continuing on this journey. We are sending you strength and a huge wish for happy thoughts!
Michelle, you have legs for the Rocketts. Dance on. Good wishes on heading home to the place of real rest and undisturbed sleep. Any day now I hope. I am thinking of you tons and sending love and days with little gas. XxNan