It's been 3 weeks since I was released from the hospital, and the exertion a week ago cooking/baking/etc touched off a short bit of pancreatitis again, so it's back to bland foods (boo!). My sister lasted all of 3 days before she couldn't take sleeping on the fold out couch and couldn't adjust to the noise of my oxygen concentrator at night which I still need. Sorry to disturb your beauty rest - oh wait, not sorry since I've been suffering about 100X what you are.

 I finally got back to my apartment briefly yesterday, and while my plants are dying and I watered them to give them a shot, everything else seems in order. I am greatly looking forward to being able to go back, but I know I'm not there yet. The swelling still has to go down in my abdomen and legs, and I'm hoping to gain more strength and nap less as time goes on.

Slow progress, but progress is being made and I shall see how much longer it takes until I feel mostly normal. Any way you slice it though, I want to be back in my apartment on June 29th as my mail forwarding ends. It's a good goal to have.