I've been in the hospital since about the first week of April. I just got home Thursday. Pneumonia again, this one was bad. I laid under hanging bags of antibiotics until my body decided it was too much. Which is when my gall bladder popped, shooting several stones (it has been full for a long time) out into my intestines. So, I followed weeks of struggling to breathe with weeks of very severe nausea. They had to put a full stop on the antibiotics. But my breathing improved. Meanwhile, I could not even keep a sip of water down. I survived on ice chips and bags of fluids. They did a HIDA Nuclear scan using radioactive dye. The next morning they were going to remove the gall bladder, but they decided not to. The nausea subsided just enough to tolerate sips of water and tiny snacks, plus ice chips. I am home now, and learning how to eat again, slowly. I also ordered a new ice machine for my counter, one that makes the good crunchy ice and chips. It got here today, so tomorrow I will install it and start that addiction back up. When I was a teenager, I was a serious ice-cruncher. Looks like now I am again. How odd is that? I was gone so long I had to empty and restock the fridge. I am moving very slowly, as my hips put tears in my eyes just moving a little. The doc will be back again Monday to have a look. Also, I will have Medicaid coming to set me up with some housekeeping help. I can't seem to keep up. It's embarrassing. Tomorrow I will try a tuna salad sandwich with some soup. Wish me luck.