Connie thought I was doing fine

Because my blog seemed so easy breezy.
 I  haven't been writing about an especially difficult part of my life since my relationship is private. But Andy did make it public during my surgery by telling the kids, my sisters and three very good, old friends about our separating. I spent much of the weekend following surgery mourning the death of my family. Even though I am  grateful to be alone, I do feel very sad about the end of an era. And actually I think our family will be better for our separation, especially because there will be no tension during family get-togethers For some reason during my four-day stay at the hospital last weekend, I had a psych evaluation. The psychiatrist said it was about my scratching and letting germs enter my body, risking another infection. Andy told me it's because the nurses thought I am crazy.
After talking to me, Bambi and Becky, the psychiatrist told me she thought I am very resilient. I agree.
 But it is lucky this Evaluation happened before I caused a little panic in my sick ward. I left the premises, which the nurses knew. But they never expected me to be out for three hours. They called the plastic surgeon and hospital security. Dr. Liao called Andy and Blake and missing persons at the Police Department (I think he was really joking about that). I had dinner with Pat and Laura at the Liberty Hotel next-door. I did have a vodka, for which the nurse was grateful I was truthful. I was no longer on pain medication and they told me it was fine to have a drink then.