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'Tis the season of allergens! At least, that is what I hear. Having had several incisions in my abdomen over the last several weeks that are constantly on the mend, I must say that sneezes are not a welcome addition to my life right now. Sneezes hurt. There is nothing comfortable about them. Normally, I can sense a sneeze from a mile away. Over the last couple of days, however, I have had that "parent sneeze." You know the sneeze I am talking about. One moment you are inhaling and exhaling as usual and then **BAM**, here comes the sneeze on the exhale. Two of them, back to back, like TNT. I am having those. I hate those.

A while ago, I was worried about bowel movements. Not so much anymore, but now I have to be careful of sharting myself with these rogue sneezes. They come at the most inopportune times. Its like farting in church. You don't want to because there seems to be an unholy glow about those that pass gas close to an altar that all can see. People know that when there is an audible fart at the same time as a sneeze, the "shart waddle" is soon to follow. I guess that is what nurses are for....changing dirty bed linens. Not that I did that. I saw that on Grey's Anatomy recently I think.

It is good to be home. The kids make the hospital seem like a Sandal's Resort on occasion. The puppy (a Shitzu/Chihuahua mix) needs a good grave. Gus, the bullie seems to be glad I am home and loves the smell of scar tissue. I am back to doing the dishes and cooking the occasional meal as my body will allow. We bought a gas grill that needs some assembly. The wind is making that go further and further back on the priority trail. I can only sleep on my back at the moment as a drain on one side and a power PICC line on the other make rotating difficult. My blood levels are stabilizing......thank God. Prayer does work.