(Approximately) Friday Dust Mite Blogging™
It’s been a week. I was discharged from the (Big Yeet)hospital Monday afternoon (suck it, fash, you didn’t make me illegal soon enough!) and not more than 10 hours later I was back in the ER with the first of two gallbladder attacks. I came home on Tuesday, but by wednesday the second round of gallstones was rolling down that pipe and it was off to the ER again, followed this time by being admitted to the hospital to have my gallbladder yanked out on thursday AM, and then after an overnight stay (half on a broken hospital bed that kept triggering bed pump errors EVERY HOUR ON THE HOUR, and then after I got up and was wandering the halls to stay away from the thing, on a replacement bed that didn’t, thankfully, throw loud errors every hour, I was finally discharged from this (different) hospital on Friday afternoon.
Eventually I remembered that it was friday, but before I got Dust Mite (shown frowning disapprovingly at my discharge paperwork) photographed and onto the web friday was but a fresh memory.
(not one I’m likely to forget soon, given that the surgeon has punched 5 holes in my abdomen to get at and remove the offending gallbladder and they keep very pointedly remind me that I use my abdomen whenever I want to get out of bed or stand up out of a chair.
At least my repaired genitalia haven’t decided to fall out. Yet.