Day 73

Been 2 days since my ablation. Still cramping like hell. I'm sick but can't puke. Had a can of soup. Started to eat a slice of bread, got halfway through before realizing it was moldy. Damn, I'm messed up. Spent most of the day sleeping. Every time I woke up, my guy Stuart was right there checking up on me. Who ever said cats were magical were right. When the pain was the worst, Stuart would make me pet him. Every time I pet him, the pain lessened. 

Found out today is National Adoption Day. I'm adopted. Both my sisters are adopted. My daddy's adopted. My mom used to read this poem to us: