The good news I don’t have cancer even though they were pretty sure I did.
All I know now that I am finally home is that had forgotten how much hospitals suck.
I had a high fever for awhile while they argued what to do because the Dr wrote orders for Tylenol and I’m violently allergic to it and he was in surgery and I can only have ibuprofen. They ended up packing me in ice so that when the prescription came through at 9pm it had finally come down.
But I got a cold somehow that last day. Sneezing with stables is just as much fun as coughing. Anesthesia makes you cough anyway to get it out, so not a fun stay.
And the food was the worst I’ve ever had. Huntington is cordon blue in comparison to this crap. I kept seeing visitors with In and Out bags and I don’t even go there because I don’t eat red meat.
My sister though is so clever. My staples are leaking fluid and I was upset. I haven’t used a sanitary pad since 1996 so when she brought one in I was mystified before she pointed out I could cover the area with the staples, duh.
She went Target for my prescriptions and Dr scored another hit. He prescribed Norco and I’m allergic to codeine too so they had to fix that. This is getting old.
So now I’m cuddled up in bed with the kitten and trying to deal.
BUT IT WASN’T CANCER!
Knight of Stones
Revered as a ruthless tracker and hunter, the wolf has had a special symbolism for thousands of years and was the subject of ancient Pictish stone carvings.
Comfortable in the dark and cold of winter, it was seen as a guardian of the dead on their journey through the night to the Otherworld.
This card is one of guardianship. Someone who is essentially protective, a loyal companion on long journeys, who remains their own person.
A defender of your boundaries, leaving you safe to withdraw from the world.