Andy’s pent-up play needs prompted me to let him chose what he wanted to play with this morning.

What will he chose?

I guess his choice of ribbon was kinda expected!

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I was released from hospital yesterday afternoon. When I got home, I was so tired I barely made it into bed without supper. All I had to eat yesterday, then, was a 7 am breakfast, but making or going for food was just too much!

I am cursed to be a talker, someone who doesn’t have the filter that tells me “you are in the hospital to rest and get better”. The day before, I had three conversations on phone from family and friend that last more than an hour. On top of that, most of the dialysis and other medical procedures were done during the day.

One last procedure, a sleep apnea test, spoiled any chance of sleep. I was just feet from the nurses’ station. They talked loudly for four hours, but that was just part of the sleep killers! A long call from a family member who’d had lots of issues I was just learning about was upsetting, though she did have a five years sober report that was especially encouraging once I was able to refocus on that.  

As best I can tell, I got two, two-and-a-half hours of sleep! No wonder to stumbled into bed almost as soon as I got home (4:30ish), no supper, and slept to Andy’s stomach’s dismay, till 6:30 this morning.

There is something to the notion you can’t sleep in the hospital!

Thank you for all you good wishes, prayers and thoughts! Also thank you to my three friends, Judy, Terry, and Linda, who stepped up before I even left the Box Butte General emergency room for the ambulance ride to Regional West Hospital in Scottsbluff. I’ve never had all the hard business – Andy’s care, my phone and charger, a ride home, any bills coming up that could be paid late if a better way of taking car of them couldn’t be arranged – arranged before I even left for the hospital before, and their help and care let me have that relief at least!

“Count your blessings”

I have this on my wall where I see it several times a day. I can tell you – and everyone else – that I do this, especially when I get into a funk. I guarantee when you do it, you start to appreciate how blessed you are! Further, when in the habit, you start to see blessings sometimes hide behind funks and other bad moments. I find I can be in the darkest of moods, yet blessing counting brings me back to a more positive state of mind.