As it sometimes happens after surgery, I have no ambition and since I’m not allowed to do anything but lay for the next three weeks, I’m not certain how quickly my ambition will return.  I’m hoping that the amount of medications I need will decrease, and that will in turn, increase my level of interest in things around me.  So for now I can honestly say that there is a spot in the corner of the wall that needs painted, and my stress and anxiety is directly impacting the health of my almost 15 year old golden retriever.  I’m trying to fake like everything is ok and she’s trying not to vomit..it’s a win win.  Or is it?   The wheelchair freaks her out and so do the crutches. Kind of hard to hide those or disguise them as a tent or something..I’m still thinking that one through.

The pain isn’t bad at all when I’m laying down, but when I stand up, it really burns.  I’m loving ice right now and having it permanently attached to my upper thigh is pure heaven.   Walking isn’t really all that important in the grand scheme of things, is it?   So if this makes absolutely no sense, you can chalk it up to the amount of big medicines I’m consuming.  Life will get better, it’s just a matter of time..  Time and medicine..  Or is it just medicine?  Maybe just time.  I’m in a quandary.

 

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