I’m not quite sure what I’m going to write about today, but I KNOW that I am so thankful it’s FRIDAY!
(sunset last night…twas beautiful)
I really had no idea what day it was when I woke up this morning. The hubby shut the alarm off sometime in the middle of the night so when it didn’t go off at 6, I just kept on snoozing. He woke me up around 6:20 and told me what time it was.
I woke up in a state of confusion. Do you ever do that? I mean, really, I laid there going, “Do I need to get up now, or can I go back to sleep? What day IS it??”
I asked Jack and he said, “It’s Friday.” To which I groaned (because I had to get up), and got out of bed to make the coffee.
I have to say, it is so much easier the further I get from surgery, to get out of bed. You really don’t realize how much you use your arms to do stuff like that. I was doing the roll-to-the-edge thing for a while so I’m so happy that now I am better able to get up without help…or rolling.
And notice I said “bed” in the previous paragraph. I am also thankful to be back in my own bed…and to be able to [kind of] sleep on my side! For the first two and a half weeks, I slept here-
This chaise lounge in our bedroom was perfect for me post-op. It reclines back some so I stayed quite bundled and propped up with pillows in my little nest that I made.
In fact, here’s proof- Thanks, hubby.
Lovely. And all nice and blurry like a nighttime camera phone photo should be. Recovery at it’s finest right there, folks.
Speaking of recovery…
I want to share one more thing with you today before I go…
Have a great start to your weekend, guys!