I am still home alone recovering from surgery. I am unable to wash dishes, sweep, vacuum or fold laundry. Yesterday I cleaned out the dishwasher, but I was ordered not to do that today. I feel a little queasy today. I had to take some Metamucil which tasted like orange vomit. I think I held off my own vomit, but my body was thinking about it.
I know there is still more coming: surgery results, radiation . . . but I have been able to be free of those thoughts this week. Perhaps I am so preoccupied with getting better after my surgery that my mind can’t go there or perhaps it’s just the grace of God. I sense everyone else around me is more concerned and aware than I am. I’m just going with the flow.
I suppose this would be a good time to write since I can’t do much else. I’ve been wanting to write my story. Everyone has a story. I want to write mine. I have time on my hands, it would be wise to begin now. However, I’m very tired this morning, so rest may win out.
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