Yep, it is true, I am finally back home. And Glenda, the good witch did not wave a wand over my head and ask me to click my heals together three times.
We had my first post-op visit, and I got a clean bill of health. I still have a six week visit and a twelve week visit. I do not foresee any problems. I am walking, taking it easy and eating right...not that we are home and in control of what foods we eat. I am still amazed at how other people eat and how they see what they eat as OK. Yuck. We came home and our first meal was a meatless dinner. And we were stuffed. Tonight will be pretty much the same. I do not want any meat for a while, or at least until my body gets itself righted. If that takes a week, then so be it.
We had prepared a little bit ahead and made some bread and even some beans. All we have to do is spice them up and Viola, add some rice and we are good to go. Tonight my daughter is making a stir-fry. She loves stir-fries. There is no rhyme or reason to her stir-fires. Whatever we have in the refrigerator is good for us. Unless we are going to the produce market and are specifically buying certain items for a stir fry. Bok choy is one of my daughters favorites, and who doesn't love a dark green.
I am able to sleep in my own bed. We thought that it being so high, that I would have difficulty getting up on the bed, but we took a small stool, for lack of a better word, and that is how I get up and down from the bed.
We truly were so happy to be home. This was not a vacation we were on, so the circumstances were a bit different. I am thankful for my sister being able to take care of me, but I thrilled to be home.