Or, in Westron, the common speech of my people:
"Ellid is home from the hospital."
I'm on a low to no fat diet for the next few days, can gradually start reintroducing fat later in the week, and hope to be back at work on Monday, June 8th or thereabouts. Thanks to everyone, especially Louisev and Xaxnar, who thanks to a mix-up I was too woozy to notice (thank you, medical tests and morphine and bloodwork and MRI's and clear liquid diets and....), posted not one but TWO wonderful diaries for your dining and dancing pleasure last night.
So right now I'm sitting in front of my computer, being observed by the Triple Felinoid, wearing my Captain American t-shirt (softest one I own) and black sweats, preparing to tuck into what looks like a really nice fruit salad for a late lunch. After that I'm going to watch a movie, check the news, and go to bed early.
Between the VRA (HULK SMASH), DOMA (HULK DOES HAPPY DANCE), Prop 8 (HULK TELLS FRIENDS TO STOP FUTZING AROUND AND GET MARRIED), and this, it's been what might be politely called "one hell of a week" at the Last Homely Shack. Kudos to the doctors and staff at Baystate Medical Center in Springfield (especially the nurses, who were uniformly marvelous), my friends Tally, Beata, and Beata's husband Tom for all their help, Roomie for holding the fort, and the Triple Felinoid for existing.
Love you all. Happy Sunday!