Another day at home....

This morning when I woke up, I felt really crappy and agitated. I hate spending yet another a day at home, while others are working. The doctor prescribed strong pain killer (I took one the other day and it knocked me right out....) and I tried to stay away from them as I do not want to rely on them. Instead, I commanded my body to fight the pain.

Joe is a lovely husband. He took two days off to take care of me. He drove back and forth between the hospital and our home at least three times on Monday. On Tuesday, he woke up bright and early and came to the hospital at 6:30am to pick me up. For the last few days, I did not do much except eat, sleep and watch TV. Joe has been cooking comfort food (well... I wrote all the recipes last week. He made me Vietnamese rice roll for lunch, corn soup and tuna sandwich for dinner. The first night I got home from the hospital, I woke Joe up twice in the middle of the night to help me go to the bathroom.