I was discharged from the hospital this afternoon. Unfortunately, I am on bedrest until I see Dr. L on Tuesday or unless I hear otherwise tomorrow. I thought that hearing the words, "You need to stay in bed," would be a welcome reprieve from work and all the other menial tasks I do each day; however, after just 24 hours of bedrest I am already going stir crazy.
It especially stinks because I don't feel bad at all. In fact, I feel great except for the slight headache I get if I sit up to quickly. Staying in bed would be so much easier if I didn't feel well.
Oh well, at least I have the Olympics to watch starting tomorrow and maybe I can get the dozens of thank you notes written that have been neglected.