Biscuit Day #1678

It’s been something like 12 days since my surgery. I feel as though it was only a few days ago, and of course I was in the hospital something like ten days before surgery, as well as a few after. It’s hard to wrap my head around time passing. My brain has finally realized that I am home and when I wake up in the night I no longer think I’m in the hospital. It’s just been a blurry couple of weeks. The pain from the surgery is easing, if I could get rid of the little throat spasms I get I would be pleased but they’re not horrid. It’s hard to know what’s what. Sometimes I feel as though I have less pain, then it flips and flips again. I THINK I’m supposed to have physical therapy tomorrow. Cross your fingers. I think today was the first day I thought it would be nice to get out of the house. Well, we shall see. We’ll figure it all out one way or another, I suppose.

We got my new little bed delivered and the boys came over and moved everything around and fit it into our media room. It made me happy and a little sad at the same time but it does indeed beat sleeping on the couch. Of course nothing is simple in an overcrowded house. To get the bed in we had to move a shelf of cds out so now our dining room table is covered with them and we have all sorts of odds and ends that need a new home and are resting comfortably in the living room for now.

People have been so kind helping out with food and other ways. I am definitely behind on my thank yous but I promise you we have been really touched by the care.

I still haven’t figured out the whole ramp/lift/steps question. We’ll see how physical therapy goes I guess. I hope they come tomorrow. I told the nurse I was VERY MOTIVATED.

I was going to write more but I find myself too tired to think.

Onward. It’s the only way you can go.

Love,
Cynthia