Last week began with so much promise. I had the pleasure of visiting with my darling granddaughter, Annabel, and it was clear that we shared a love of gardens and old watering cans.
We had lunch at Rotier's, Nashville's "Cheeseburger in Paradise," then toured the Parthenon.
In the wee hours of the next morning, I began to hemorrhage from my lower GI tract. On my way out the door, I posted a short version of Foodie Friday and Everything Else. I was admitted to the hospital, where tests showed that I'd suffered a diverticular bleed. Luckily I didn't have polyps or any other abnormalities, which was a huge relief. However, I lost two pints of blood, and it was very scary for a while. The gastroenterologist said I may never have another bleed. Statistics are in my favor. I won't take Excedrin or Advil for a while, if ever.
The nurses were super nice, but I was so happy to be home with soft, cushy pillows and cozy blankets. There really is no place like home.
Today, a wonderful, unexpected event happened. I learned that a Scottish Terrier puppy will be born this month, and he or she will eventually join our family. After I got off the phone, my eldest son called, and he was so happy that another Scottie will be a part of our lives.
In the meantime, I'm on a full liquid diet, which is a bummer for anyone who is food obsessed, and we're keeping a close watch on my anemia. I had been feeling unusually tired for a while, so I'm looking forward to getting well and welcoming our little puppy.