Post Surgery Blues

Food poisoning, if you can believe it

My week has been unexpectedly crazy. 

Which seems silly to say when I knew it would have some challenges.

My sister had surgery last week. That’s a big deal but everything related to her surgery went perfectly. The team at her hospital could not have been more compassionate and efficient.

A few days status post surgery, my sister took many walks at sunset, transitioned from applesauce and popsicles to solid foods and though a little tired, was healing quickly. 

Surprisingly, a couple days ago my sister woke up in the middle of the night to throw up. It turns out she may have gotten food poisoning or ate something that caused her stomach to rebel. It’s almost comical how she ended up with a seemingly unrelated sickness while recovering from her surgery.

Then a couple days later, my mom, our personal recovery nurse, came down with the same thing. 

Both are doing well! My mom and sister are resting and sticking to a BRAT diet.

That being said, my essay for this week is short.

I wanted to write about how my mom has been making friends with all the other sick people and their families in our hotel. She’s gotten so popular that my sister and I often end up leaving her behind in the lobby as she swaps life stories with the different denizens of Marriott. 

I also need to get some rest and try to find some order in my life, so that piece will have to be written another day. I appreciate all of you!