Let me start by saying to my sweet family how sorry I am for the past few days. The past 6 days really.
On March 30 I went in at 6am for a gall bladder removal. I came home at 7pm and it has been one painful, sour, bed-ridden week. (frown) Even still I do not know what to do to get over this. I have been taking the pain medication, which I really hate as the pills only put me into a lull, give me horrible dreams and make me quite parched, and I have been walking, trying to eat a little here and there and still the pain persists. I'm pretty sure that the pain is gaseous in nature and while it can be embarrassing at times, this is not one of those times. I'm on a mission to have this over and done with by Wed. I want to snuggle with my hubby and hug my kiddos tightly. I want to sew and do laundry even.
Seeking God's comfort, as always,