Right now, I'm feelin pretty dang good. I have this vacuum sucky thing on my back called a Wound V.A.C. that is helping bring together the wound on my back. Inside the wound, they put a sponge that has to be changed every MWF (just like a college class) and today was the day. The past changes have been excruciating, so today, my nurse gave me a couple pain pills and 2 shots of morphine before the Wound V.A.C. lady came to put in a new sponge and change the dressing. I barely felt a thing. Now I know why people abuse and become addicted to morphine.
Yesterday, something glorious happened. I was awakened at 8:15 (for the 8th time that morning) by the food delivery lady. I opened the lid to find toast, bacon and eggs. Oh yeah. It was such a weird experience. I looked at it and knew it was crappy hospital food, but it was the first solid food I have eaten in 4 weeks. It tasted heavenly. I now have 6 solid meals under my belt/gown. Next up tonight.... my first real shower in 4 weeks. Thank you Lord.
Everything's coming together and I should be out of the hospital Wednesday. I need it. I'm starting to feel pretty antsy. I'll have a while still to heal up before I can continue life as usual. I'll be hanging out at my parents' house for up to 2 months. Please pray it's not that long (not that I wouldn't love to be with my parents another 2 months). I'm starting to feel like me again. God is so good.
Saturday, July 28, 2007
I'm in Harris HEB hospital in Texas right now. If you didn't know, I was shot in the stomach on July 2nd in Ecuador, almost a month ago, and have spent the last month in hospitals in Ecuador and Texas. It's hard to know where to start talking about this experience, so I'm not going to attempt to yet. I'm hoping to get out of the hospital next week, so keep your prayers, cards and phone calls coming. Thanks for you love.