I spent the week in bed when I wasn't in the emergency room or at the urologist's office. So after a brutal cycle of not being able to hold anything down because the pain or trying to take the pills on an empty stomach and not holding it down Peter passed away. I have him in a little plastic bag in my bathroom.
A couple of days ago I went into for an ankle fusion surgery. It has been a long time coming. I have been avoiding it for months. Originally it was scheduled for August but I was having too much fun in the summer. Well, the day came. This was a massive, brutal surgery.

My mom is here taking great care of me. I appreciate her love and kindness. I'm sure I'm not the best company at times since all I do is lay in bed but she loves me and I know it. I will try to keep you posted as things come and go. I have a couple of good stories I want to share but not right now. Peace and love!
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