Recovering

Even though this was a straightforward procedure, it is still considered major surgery.  Haven't had many of those in my lifetime. Thank heavens.  Somehow or other I figured after a couple days at home I'd be up and at 'em, doing my regular stuff, handling everything with aplomb.  Ha.

Tomorrow will be one week.  I'm still tired a lot.  Even napped a bit yesterday afternoon which isn't all that common for me.  I missed church on Sunday which felt odd.  The Husband and I are rarely separated these days and it felt strange to not be at church to take the Sacrament.  Still, I think it would have been too much for me.

We're off in a few minutes to pick up a couple last minute gifts.  We are really cutting back this year, spending much less, doing much less.  Hopefully that will be fine for everyone. Liked this article that I read about Christmas and stuff.  Following Christ into Christmas  And I'm hoping to get just this little bit done today as an evaluation of exactly what I'm capable of.  Was supposed to do lunch tomorrow but postponed it for a week to allow me just a bit more time.  Thursday night is dinner with our friends, also been postponed (darn surgery conflicting with everything) and Friday evening is our symphony tickets - the Christmas concert I look forward to every single year.  Riding trax downtown will be a relief but also kind of scary.  Fingers crossed I'll be just fine.

Truly, I'm pleased with my progress and recovery so far.  Yesterday I managed the laundry, albeit s-l-o-w-l-y and carefully. But I'm sleeping decently, everything seems to be functioning properly, I'm just a bit sore and without energy.  I want to get back to my shoulder exercises because they are so helpful for my back.

I keep talking to myself, encouraging health and chipper outlook.  Don't know if it helps, but I'll keep at it.

I'm so grateful it is all behind me and that so far things are going swimmingly. So grateful to have such help - The Husband is far better at vacuuming than I am, and he is always so cheerful whenever I ask him to help reach or lift or whatever.  He's definitely a keeper.  I'm grateful for friends that have reached out to ask how I"m doing.  I told basically no one beforehand, have told only a few more since.  As mentioned, I despise fuss and this has been fairly fuss free.  So:  that's great. I'm grateful to be in a position to rest when I need, to delay the pile of ironing - wearing wrinkly clothes isn't going to hurt us.  I'll get back to it.

Mostly I'm grateful for prayer and the blessings that have been granted me in this journey so far.  I'm not one to want or need a lot of medical things, but have garnered strength from those prayers.  Yes, grateful.