Eleven Weeks
During the time of COVID-19 we've appropriately spent a lot of time appreciating the hard work of our health care providers. They're amazing even when we aren't dealing with a global pandemic. At my best estimate I've spent approximately 11 weeks of my life in the hospital. This is overnight hospital stays; it doesn't include dozens and dozens of tests, ER visits, etc. I've been the beneficiary of some incredible care by a number of healthcare professionals. In a blog I wrote a few months ago I expressed my fear at the idea of having to go to the hospital. Two weeks ago we had a video chat with my brother and sister-in-law, and I signed off saying I had to run six miles the next morning. At 1 a.m. I woke up with bowel obstruction pain, and I knew I was in trouble. I used the heating pad on my stomach and then went downstairs and was walking laps around my house (walking can help). My husband came downstairs a few hours later and knew I wasn't okay. I ho