We are getting to the post.

     Coffee good, that said let us begin.  I made the rounds of informing friends and rest of family.  Must admit I did the later on face book.  My closest friends got phone calls, the others emails, before the face book post.  Not a big fan of face book myself, that however, is a different matter all together. 
     It was definitely May.  I rarely left the house.  I couldn't.  I could barely sit at the kitchen table.  From the water retention, I literally became a memory foam like mattress.  I conformed to everything I sat in. Will be a little important later.  So it made difficult for company when I'd just have to leave to lay down.
     The oddest reaction came from one an old friend, I'd actually met on the Internet.  An odd duck, communication was sparse, this sort of sealed it.
In response to my email letting her know of the surgery I essentially got a response something to the point of "....I need to change my email address and will be in touch when that is done."  Needless to say I didn't hold my breath.  I was still cooking, had to eat after all, just required some help.  I honestly didn't expect or receive much by way emotional support or any thing from the housemates.  Some people are just strong and some are weak.
     I still drove on occasion.  With great difficulty.  Was so swollen, even tried to visit a shop I frequented.  Had to leave almost instantaneously, was so uncomfortable.  Still feeling unreasonably cold.  I slept as much as I could.  Sitting up in bed, usually coughing and such.  Spent time wanting by kidneys to piss more, astonished how little fluid they were  putting out.
     I received the call from the hospital.  I would need to be there Monday at 7 A.M. for some sort of orientation, it was mandatory.  Then come back on Tuesday to be admitted.  I was like WHAT THE HELL.  The ride I had was my brother in law.  I was actually quite sketchy about his ability to drive that distance 2 days in a row.  And be late for work!
     I arranged with my admitting cardio dude to have a ruse, which I would not actually need, but I would be admitted on Monday.  And the dye was cast.  No actual nerves, just resignation to what had to be done.  I could no longer stand living as I was.
     It was a bleak and dreary existence.  One where I was in and out of consciousness.  Most of my time was spent in bed.  That is very difficult for me.  For the spring weather was gorgeous.
     There were some other issues in the house I dealt with, I was still getting paid and making sure the house bills got paid.  I'd even managed to get on housemates about putting in full amount of money.  They'd been putting in just a little more than half what they were supposed to since November.  I could no longer ignore this.
     My sister tried her best, she's good intentions, just not the where with all to carry them out.  They would usually be relegated to my brother in law.  So I didn't ask for help.  Okay next entry will be the hospital admission and some of the nitty gritty.