and prodding at me, but shortly after 4 pm that happy poking and prodding become slightly more frantic. Lots of questions were being asked. And as more time passed and more doctors came to visit, it became clear that I was going to have go back to the OR. I was bleeding on the left side and the drains they put in just weren't gonna cut it. They had to go back in and stop the bleeding ASAP. I was devastated. I thought I had already done the hard part and I was scared. The nurses has insisted I drink water like it was my job to help combat all the meds. And they asked that I try to eat something -which I had. But now they were having to put me back under an anaesthetic all those fluids I had taken in were a problem. I was panicking. But I didn't have a choice. At 7 pm I was going back to the OR for another 2 hours to get the bleeding under control. I woke up with a fat lip, 2 black eyes, covered in bruises, along with all the rest. Monday was rough. I am happy to say that things are getting better. Monday was the worst day during the course of this journey, and it has been getting better little by little everyday. Each day I know I am going to get a littler stronger. Each day I can do a little bit more. It is