But When I Come Back You'll Know, Know, Know

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They finally let me out of the hospital today, even if I practically begged because I got a new roommate last night who couldn't sleep, watched American Idol, snored, whose IV beeped at both 2am and 4am and then complained he couldn't sleep and turned on the TV (loud) and proceeded to leave it on all day. I was not happy. Add to that I had a blockage that got me to vomit water at seven am and again at one pm or so. I was really in pain, almost crying, and it felt like my stomach was going to explode, literally, so much so that I began to worry about my organs. My nurses took me on a few walks around the floor to try and get things going but it wasn't until about 1:30 that I noticed something hard and black in Dubya and realized I had some blockage, probably from surgery, and then it got better over the next hour or so. I did my best Rose Parade wave as I was wheeled out by a fierce black woman with whom I exchanged black-isms, many learned from Cheryl, and talked Top Model (can you believe Katarzyna's gone?) until Dad picked me up. We got some supplies from the pharmacy, my pills (Nexium, Vicodin and an antacid) and went home. I took a shower, put on a new GWB, which ought to last for about four to five days, and cleaned off the stench of hospitalness. I found one t-shirt that did a decent job of hiding the monster, and put it a bit to the side. The doctors, whom I named Foreman, Cameron and Chase, told me the stoma itself, which right now is about the size of an egg, will shrink to about half its current size, although they did make it bigger than usual. Grr. It hides behind a sweatshirt well. I even sat with the family for dinner.
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Jane Carter called this morning and R. Herold called this evening (as did Kendall and the Grandfolks) to wish me well. It will be nice to sleep tonight! Watched the Sherry Bobbins episode of The Simpsons with the parents and Emma because I knew they'd enjoy it. Here's to a good recovery and a quick return.