I can't begin to tell you....

stressed and tired I am.  I almost walked out of work today.  It's midnight and I need to get to sleep.

I had no idea that.....

trouble was brewing.  I was having my usual nausea that comes and goes only it seemed a bit stronger now.  At work last Wed (April 27th) we had a little retirement party for Kim.  Someone had brought a cake and I had a small piece....this was about 10:30AM.  I ate about 2/3 of it and pushed it away.  That's not like me at all!  It was just way too sweet for me.  At my break around 1PM, I had a small slice of almond tort that a nurse practitioner made for the lab for Lab Week.  I felt totally stuffed and went back to work.  About 2:45 I went to lunch and just knit.....I had no appetitie at all.  I really didn't have nausea......just felt full.  When I got home from work about 7:30, the nausea started and at 9PM, the vomiting began.  I didn't think too much about.  But it kept on and on.  I called in sick the next morning and continued vomiting.  Long story short...Dan and Susan came and got me and Susan and I went to ER.  I decided that 24 hours of vomiting was enough.  I kinda sorta thought I was having a bowel obstruction, but I wasn't having any abdominal pain....none.  Something I ate?  Didn't think so.  Something from work?  Didn't think so.  At the ER, I was taken right back, triaged and given a room.  After blood and urine tests and an X-ray, I was diagnosed.  It was a bowel obstuction.  Still, I had no pain.  The last 2 obstructions I had were horrible....the pain was to the point of being unbearable.  I was admitted about midnight and that was that.  Of course, I couldn't sleep.  I had vitals checked frequently at first and I couldn't sleep anyway.  The good news is that I got to watch the Royal Wedding!  Now, all I had to do was wait for the obstruction to clear.  And it did.....around midnight Friday.  I ate a few bites of food on Sat AM and after having no problems I got to leave.  I'm now at Dan and Susan's.  They are taking good care of me.  I'm eating a little....not much.  I still feel weak so I'm going to stay home tomorrow.  I'm so thankful I didn't need surgery but was reminded by the Dr that this will happen again.

God is good....He kept me safe.  It could have been so much worse.  I put my life in His hands.....He knows what I need, I don't.

Other than that, life is good.  The baby sweater I'm knitting is almost done.  I'm also going to knit a hat that matches.  My mind is doing well.....I'm doing my usually devious Sudoku puzzles.  The weather is warming and the sun's been out.  Yes....life is good.