Hey Bright Side?

Would you come sit by me for a little while? I could use your optimism for a bit. Oh, don't get me wrong, I appreciate being able to just lay around and have people wait on me all day, checking my vitals, bringing me food and medicine and all but dammit I really wanted to be done with my surgery at this point. 

Good news is, I'm down 11.5 pounds thanks to the craptastic food here and my inability to access the snack machine on the first floor. And if I had something brewing, aka a bacterial infection, now would be the time to catch it, kill it and then go cutting me open. 

For all the times I've been in the hospital, this is the first time that missing my family has hit me this hard. Before, I was grateful for the break and kind of enjoyed sleeping whenever I wanted and the afore mentioned having my meals brought to me but last night during an episode of Sponge Bob, aptly titled BubbleStand, my boys crawled up onto my hospital bed and snuggled in with me. The missing them part hit me, and hit me hard. When a snarly 13 year old will snuggle with his Momma and actually have the words, I miss you spring forth from his mouth you know that you are missed. And that you miss them back. Braden was his usual lovey self and I ate up every minute, kissing his face off before it was time for them to leave for the night.  I was grateful for the 4 hours Larry was able to spend with me yesterday afternoon, even if we both slept through most of the visit and I kissed his face off a little bit too. Just knowing that he could have been home in our comfy bed napping but chose to keep me company instead made me feel better. And it made me miss him a little less.

Hopefully today will be my last day away from my boys. The infectious disease doctor said two more days but historically I go home after 48 hours of this shit and welcome back the chaos that is my "normal" life. Onward to next Tuesday when we'll try this great idea of weight loss surgery again.