My Life Was A Telenovela

The last couple of days have involved fun, like watching my son execute a textbook right footed pass across a crowded soccer field as his team won three tournament games on Sunday.  It was watching The Walking Dead with my husband and cheering as Daryl beat death yet again.

The last couple of days have also involved drama.

Lots of uncontollable sobbing prior to my surgery, because dammit, I was terrified.

Sudden projectile vomiting in the post-op, that thankfully, was only water, not the apple juice I usually get.

Kind nurses who helped clean me up after my projectile vomit fest.

Post-operative bleeding that was going to mean yet another surgery last night.

Friends who, while far away, talked to me via email and text, and got me through my BIG FREAK OUT over the idea of bleeding and surgery.

The sudden cessation of bleeding following an impromptu prayer petition from a complete stranger.

The friends who visited and distracted me from the fact that my back itches like crazy from the pressure bandages.

A passive aggressive person so self-centered and attention seeking that she texted people many times about her colon and other unmentionable parts and how someone needed to drop everything to take care of HER.

And a family that, even if we don't see each other every day, comes together when it really counts. I don't know what I would do without them.

I'm supposed to be discharged tomorrow, just in time for a day of Thanksgiving.

But I'm already thankful for so many things.

Except for the passive aggressive crap. That gets on my nerves.