Dear Diary,
Still in the hospital. Feeling much better though, save the occasional ache and pain. Being in a little room for much of the day doesn't give much to write about, so... I have to say though, I'm concerned that there is not scale in my room. TLO told me that I was asking for a scale when I got out of surgery, along with some ice cream. Good to know I've got my priorities straight. I also wanted to make sure she called someone from my job to tell them I was alive. But while breathing is nice though not always easy, it would also be nice to know what I weigh. I'm concerned that the lack of exercise, along with being fed 3 times a day is not assisting with my expected weight loss. Could this all be for nothing? Well I am alive. So I guess there is something to be said for that. Huh? No I didn't think I was gonna die, but the co-pays were killing me. I'm gonna get my monies worth. Ahh, here's breakfast now. Gotta go.
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