Clem here. It's early morning on the south wing, and our east-facing window is filled to bursting with all the sunshine in the world. It wakes me up every time, though Pam seems to find it the most soothing soporific ever.
The operation seemed to go well, though we'll only know that over the course of the time I'm here, the next day or so. Last night my gut had not started working yet. It's a feeling that I remember well from the last visit. Any food (a mouse-bite of cracker) or drink (several sips of Sprite) that I ate went down well, but then just sat there in my belly. After an hour or two of that, it got bored and came back up to see what was going on out in the barf pan. Vomiting is something that I'm getting good at, so it's "better out than in" as Shrek says.
This morning things appear to be going a little smoother. Over the last two hours I've eaten a whole graham cracker (3x4cm in size) and a small cup full of water. Breakfast just arrived! Add to that some chicken broth, jello, Italian ice, and a bit of apple juice.
Pam has her own illnesses going on as well. I offered to trade places with her, and she almost took me up on it! Nothing dire, just a little back pain (from the chiro-quack-ter's adjustments) and a minor infection. Give her a little of that healing energy, too.
That's about it around here. Once again, we're in a lovely room and the staff is fantastic. I've not been in many hospitals, nor for very long, but this one is the best that I've seen. I will write them a really glowing letter when I get out of here.
Thanks for listening,
Clem
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