Jello and juice. Yippee! My bowels are definitely waking up and are making quite a fuss. I guess it's their way of asking what the...

My morning has been terrible. I've decided my hospital bed is really a vessel of torture. I am absolutely exhausted and am having a terrible time trying to sleep. My nurses all agree that I am not getting any decent sleep... just 20 minutes here, 20 minutes there. I'd love to try to sleep for more than an hour. I think my nurse is going to ask my doctor for a sleep aid.

Regarding my morning, I have to remind myself that I am going to have bad days, and it's ok. A bad day doesn't mean I am losing my positive attitude. I hate being cooped up in this hospital and not being able to enjoy the comforts of home. The loss of freedom to do what I want, when I want is a real struggle. I can't try to understand why this is happening... just to try to accept it as best as I can.