I ended up in the hospital on Labor Day, and had to have surgery for an abscess on my caboose. I have been in the local rehab center since September 10th recovering, and receiving wound care. I won't go home until I'm completely healed.
Today the activity director asked me what I want for Christmas in the event that I am still here. I replied that I want to be home for Christmas. I have a lot of friends and family anxious for me to get home, and I am too. If I am home by Christmas, someone else will get the gift I picked out.
The only reason I am not already completely healed is because we were under quarantine for several weeks, and I was confined to my room for the duration.
I have a couple months worth of appointments I had to cancel while I have been recovering. I'm looking forward to be able to get them arranged when I get home.
Update November 28, 2018:
I was discharged yesterday, and glad to be home. I'm taking things slow, and adjusting to being back.
