I didnt have such a good night last night.
Every time i think about hospitals in hindsight they dont seem so bad,and truth be told,in my experience the hospital itself isnt the problem.Its the pain.
Last nights temporary bowel blockage reminded me EXACTLY what it was that was so horrible. The unrelenting cramping pain for hours and hours (3am onwards- why is it always a middle of the night thing??),sweats,nausea,discomfort,sorness and the dreaded dries ending with a copious upchuck around 10am and finally with the stomach emptied the stoma could start to clear out the backup.

Oh yes,thats right,i remember.
It was bad enough to be experiencing it at home let alone isolated in a small drab room with none of your own creature comforts around for distraction.
Thank Goodness for Mothers who rush over to childmind when they get an early morning text.Thank Goodness for children who sleep in til 9am when it counts.
Thank Goodness for hot showers and electric blankets,24 hour rubbish on tv and modern medication.
Thank Goodness for living in a day and age when these are all available to us and so much more.

Its 4.10pm now,I'm weak and shaky but also showered and feeling fresh.The bedsheets are waiting to be changed and the rugby world cup starts tonight so I'll be watching that with the boys when they arrive (did i mention I'm a kiwi chick? they build us tough around here).
I'm very very grateful my body seems to have worked through its issues- and now i have been well and truely reminded what the hospital experience was like and why its so important to chew my food.

I promise the lesson has been learned,so please please PLEASE dont come back to remind me again for at least another 2 years.