You’re might sick of reading about my Summer of Suck but hey! This is my blog.
Today is day eleven post-op and I’m feeling OK. I go back to the surgeon again later this week.
Strangely, I think I felt a bit better around day five than, say, day nine. Apparently recovery isn’t a linear process. My chief complaints are basic: fatigue and lack of appetite. Both of these are better than pain, I guess.
A lot of my life was in limbo these last six weeks and now I’m left with the “What Next?” question.
A much-anticipated trip to Italy was postponed. We hope to reschedule the mother-daughter jaunt for Spring 2017.
I’m missing two weddings in LA including Matt’s and I’m very sad about that.
I just booked my first post-op business trip. Am I up to it?
Do I dare try to squeeze in a vacation before year end?
Is it too soon to talk to Mom about how to avoid Christmas being a disaster?
I realize that these are nice problems to have, of course. Just have too many thoughts in my head right now. Thanks for all your love and support, particularly of late.
Update: ha, ha! Everything is terrible. None of that went according to plan.