Home Again, Home Again

I returned home from the hospital on Wednesday, actually. It wasn't that fun. The food was bland when I could eat, and when I couldn't I was kind of miserable. I hate throwing up. I hate pain. The doctor skirted around saying it, but I will probably have these dang things at irregular intervals for the rest of my life.

I thought all my illnesses were mental. I'm just sayin'.

On the plus side, morphine is a wonderful, wonderful thing, making me feel woozy and full of love.

Also I got a new plush cat, so, yeah, score!

My live cat is very very thrilled to have me back, purring and purring.  On Monday I'll be headed back to school. 

( Under the Cut, Have Something I've Become a Bit Addicted To )