Hey ya'll!

So, my surgery went great, I'm healing real well, I'm off of any tubes and wires and all the horrible things they stuck in me, and am now only havng to rely on oral pain meds! Yay! Which means, that I was transferred to a really nice physical therapy rehabilitation hospital for a few days. Until I am self sufficient enough to be sent home. The good news? Thsi place has computers and internet for patient access. Awesome. They also insist I spend most of my day out of bed and in a wheel chair so I am a bit more mobile and don;t ghave to chill in my room all day. This place is a lot more like a hotel than a hospital. I'm really glad. I was starting to get super depressed in the other place, not only because I had to be in bed all day, but my very loud roommate was an alcoholic exotic dancer with baby mama drama and hella ghetto friends coming and going all the dang time. I have a room to my self now, and dn;t have to wear a hospital gown anymore. HECK YEAH! I never imaginied I would miss clothes so much. Or using a real toilet for that matter. I will probabyl sill need to see someone to talk to when I get out of the hospital, because I was crying a lot, and I can;t imagine I'm not traumatized from being trapped in a car for half an hour that may or may not be on fire, and feeling glass grit between my teeth while I wait for help.


tl;dr I'm back online a bit, and I'm feeling a bit better, but still in the hospital. I'm looking forward to ditching the pain meds they make me feel weird.


Thanks so much for all the well wishing, and texting, and people who visited me in the hospital! You guys really helped keep me from going crazy, and from getting too depressed. I <3 you all and I'm also lucky to have such suppostive friends. :3