Today has been a hard day. I'm not gonna act like I have been strong. I was told I wouldn't be going home until at least Monday. I was very disappointed. A horrible black cloud settled over me once I got that news and I've been yucky ever since.
Once I saw my stomach my black cloud got bigger.
My mood grew worse.
My husband and I argued over pizza (I think). I've been moody and he has been moody and the levee finally broke.
It's starting to storm here which feels fitting.
I'm going to put a picture of my stomach below but I want to explain what you are seeing. The white part is the vacuum and the black part is the gauze. The doctor ended up having to cut out more than he had planned.
The pain is pretty bad but not nearly as bad as hearing stories about Jack instead of being there to witness for myself.
I know I could have them drive him 2 hours to come see me but that would be selfish of me. The flu is rapid and I am actually on the floor with several flu patients.
I'm angry. I want to hit something, cuss, and scream.