I got to spend a fair amount of time knitting while I waited in urgent care on Sunday, July 6th. I had no clue what was wrong at the time, but it turns out my gallbladder had had enough of me and was revolting. I just knew I was in a lot of pain, had no appetite, and was losing weight. I went in for surgery on the afternoon of Thursday, July 10th. I went back in for surgery the next day to stop the internal bleeding, but not before I'd lost about half my blood. What was supposed to be an uninteresting out-patient surgery turned into 4 days in the hospital.
My mom is a retired RN, and my parents live 2 miles away, so it made sense to relocate Callie the cat and myself to their house before I went in for surgery. What I'd been told would be a few days of recovery turned into 2 weeks of a rather rough recovery. Having less than the desired amount of red blood cells means I tire easily, and it will take a month or more for my body to replace them.
On Sunday, July 27th, Callie and I returned to our own house, and I went back to work on Monday. We've both been a little mopey and are readjusting after spending the 2 weeks with my parents. It's nice to be home, but it was so nice to stay with my parents, too.
My latest pair of socks is coming along quickly. The first one is ready for the heel flap.
