How it’s going
Ugh
When you are recuperating from surgery and you want to leave a gift for your hosts…cookie dough in the freezer!
It has been a while since I have posted, I know, naughty me, but I have a life and currently, I have recovery going on.
Things I have learned, your timing is not your bodies timing for recovery. Yeah, I wanted to be home after a few days, major surgery says, “HAHAHA” to that. So a week after I got out of the hospital, I got home and my three story climb (yep, a third floor walk up!), such is the price of a tree house, eh?
I did, however, enjoy the hospitality of my child and the love and care that came with that, a first for me really, in this lifetime. IF you know my story, you might understand how strange it was, to have someone actually cook for you, make sure you are sleeping well and such, as I did not grow up with that as a child. I have been self-sufficient and the adult since I was two years old. I learned to forage for food at an early age, as my “mother” was too preoccupied with herself to bother with me.
Now, this is not to say I was not “spoiled” as she termed it, by other family members with I would visit them. Everyone fed me, everyone took care of me and saw that my needs were met, but it was never at home, where it counted, there I was on my own.
Not so surprisingly one of my “love languages” is food or questions about it, so if I ask if you’ve eaten, I care. If I ask if I can get you something, I care, it is what I do, I ask questions because I have been without and I understand how that feels.
Learning to surrender the built-in drive to take care of one’s self is not as easy as one thinks. I am by nature self-sufficient because I had to be and now it is my default setting, currently to my detriment, as I heal and get back to “normal” whatever that implies.
I can say that the stairs that worried me greatly have actually not been that bad, except after the extreme ass-kicking I received from walking A LOT while my besties were in town to visit me during my recovery. OMG, I literally laid on the floor when we got back after our girls day out. I wanted to just stay there and possibly cease existing, aka, I had done TOO MUCH.
The next day, I received a call, my guests had left and my child called to check up on me, I had actually slept in and then next thing I knew, they came over and made breakfast, then we went out. The stairs again upon return, a wee bit much, but I made it without my inhaler!
Today I contemplate going out and am thinking, maybe I’ll just stay in and update my blog since I am a naughty blogger and haven’t updated in a hot minute. So here I am, writing to you about my most recent adventure.
Things I have learned, I am not invincible, but I am determined. Stairs are okay, limits are good and someone else cooking for you is a blessing. Also, don’t watch the news while on heavy painkillers, dreams are HORRID, especially if you’re creative or a writer, OMG, I had nightmares and had to stop taking them! So will be responsibly getting rid of them at my pharmacy next time I am out. Blech!
What have you been up to? What have you learned? What is your “love language?”
