Holding pattern

I'm home from the hospital!

I came home on Saturday. I sort of remember Sunday. I did laundry. I feel like other stuff, too. Maybe? And now it's Monday.

I met with the surgeon this morning. In 3.5 weeks I will ditch this gallbladder that obviously doesn't like me much either. Then all will be lovely and grand and my pancreas will quit rampaging like Godzilla in Tokyo. It's mini-meals every couple of hours -- all yummy foods banned -- until then.

But at least I finally found the cause of those sporadic gut attacks I've been having for a couple of years now. To be fair, my symptoms only partially lined up with pancreatitis and then only the biggies like vomiting that could be from any of a half dozen issues.

Torii is very happy I'm home.

And now it's time for my next mini-meal. I'm already bored of these options.