Recovering

I’m a bit slow to recover this time. I expected to be back on my feet and off running by now. Nope, not so much. I’m walking like a little old lady, shuffling along. I’m on a weight restriction, so I can’t lift the little one. She’s sick, which breaks my heart. She did cuddle in bed with me yesterday. She’d been gone since Monday night, so having her home yesterday was bittersweet.

I’m not in too much pain. I’m glad because I don’t like pain pills so I ride out the storm with Advil or Tylenol. I haven’t taken it more than once a day. The good thing is I have a high tolerance for pain.

I’ve watched really horrible television and slept. I’m having terrible nightmares to the point I don’t want to sleep. It’s frustrating.

Today I feel better than I did yesterday, so I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before I’m fully on my feet. The doctor told me I could start driving yesterday. I don’t think I’m ready for that yet. I’m having enough trouble with the stairs.

Thanks to all my friends who send me wishes and prayers. I truly appreciate them!

A Short Break

Hello lovely blog followers. Today is the last blog from me for a few weeks. I’m having surgery on the 19^th and will be out of commission for a bit. During my absence I’ll have some guest bloggers so please be sure to drop by and show some love.

I’ve been busy getting the house in order. My mom and son are coming to town to help out with the toddler. I won’t be able to lift or drive for at least a week. I’m hoping for some time to write, but with family here…ah, I digress.

Reading will be high on my list. I have a kindle full of books that are begging to be read.

So friends, keep me in your thoughts next Tuesday.

Thanks!

TGIF

I’ve been a bad blogger again. This week has been incredibly crazy busy. Yesterday I spent the morning at the hospital with my daughter while she had foot surgery. I brought my Kindle Fire and my current wip to edit. HA!


They allowed me to go into the OR with her until she fell asleep. I wiped away tears because she was nervous. My heart broke. I wiped away more tears, as did the nurse. I fought back my own tears. Any parent knows when your child cries it breaks your heart. When she was finally out…I released her hand, kissed her cheek, told her I loved and walked away. Three steps later I heard her call, “Mom.”

Luckily I have a wonderful hubby who talked me off the ledge while she was in surgery. I tried to be nice and update her father. BIG mistake. He wanted to talk about his worries of her gaining weight because it will take almost a full year before she can return to softball. I gave him a piece of my mind. I mean seriously. You’re going to talk to me about weight when your daughter is having surgery?

Needless to say the next hour I spent waiting for someone to come tell me everything was okay. Finally the doctor came out and gave me the good news.

Nothing got accomplished while waiting or when I got home. She’s doing good, though a bit sore.

On a lighter note I did have a nice lunch with Nina Pierce on Wednesday.

Let’s just say TGIF!