It's been dark in here for a while, because early last Friday morning I awoke with a bad pain in my lower right-side gut. I had an inkling it was my appendix-- and so it was. I was admitted on Friday night, and the horrid little bacteria-filled thing was out by Saturday afternoon. In the interim, I've been lallygagging around on the sofa for a week, mostly sleeping the stone-dead sleep which can only be brought to us by Vicodin. Sadly, I was half-watching through one heavily lidded, well-drugged eye while Obama was being sworn in on Tuesday. "Q: So, where were you when Obama became President? A: On my sofa, recuperating from an appendectomy." Blah.
As of yesterday, I can sit up for longer than 30 minutes at a pop. My incisions itch and I'm getting bored, so I must be marching towards "better".