In two more days, I will have officially been out of commission for an entire month.
But, unlike the first two weeks post surgery, I can now put weight on my foot and can get around with only one crutch. My pain is also minimal...That being the best part of my healing journey.
With less pain comes clarity. A lot of it. And of course that horrible "anxiety" I deal with on an almost daily basis.The disorganization in my home isn't taking me over the edge -yet- but I'm noticing it more. I'm especially bothered by the furniture and paintings I wasn't done moving around before my surgery. The more I sit still, the more that out-of-place bookcase bothers me....so I opted to do a few things I couldn't do before: deal with the post surgery phone calls.Why, oh why did I decide to do "that" is beyond me.I've spent the better part of the day dealing with hospitals, insurance, and a pesky parking ticket...and in the middle of it all an earthquake shook me up.Then I retreated to my dark place: my gray hair is overgrown, I need a haircut, I look horrible, my home is a mess, I've been cooped-up for a month, I can't do anything, I feel like I'm missing out on life, I can't start school, and on, and on, and on...Then the door bell rings. It's FedEx and they have two HUGE packages for me. I forgot I had ordered new casual dinnerware and flatware during the after Christmas sale at Macy's. The packages couldn't have come at a better time.I immediately perked-up. I can now get rid of the dishes and broken flatware set I've had for the last five years. So while I won't be able to move our furniture around for a few more weeks, at least we'll be able to dine on pretty plates and use a complete set of flatware tonight.It's the little things....
