Yesterday sucked. Just really, really shitty. If you could say some prayers for us, I would appreciate it. We need them right now.
Today was a little bit better. My heart is sad, but my body is feeling better and better. Except for the surgery migraine that still won't go away. I'm feeling less and less sore at the incision site and was even able to drive a tiny bit. After this, I'm going to get on the treadmill and walk as long as I can. I expect that to be for more than 2 minutes, as my back really is doing better, it seems. Hallelujah for that!
Sophia was in a playful mood today. She and I pretended to cook at the play kitchen for a while, and she made me such wonderful concoctions as Cherry Eggs and Egg Ice Cream (eggs featured prominently in all her recipes today). We read stories, and she played dress-up.
When Jack came home from school, Rob gave them lunch and a nap, and then he went out to pick up more migraine meds for me. That was a bit of an ordeal... and then he tried to bring the $25 Canadian that I was paid recently for some tutus to the bank, where they just laughed at him for it. So I'm stuck with that, bah. I had a nice, long nap in the afternoon while he was gone.
I woke up Sophie and got her ready for dance in the meantime, and then Chloë arrived and got ready, too. She had a meltdown over which leotard to put on for Jazz. Argh, she is going to be such a fun one as a teenager. Not.
While Rob took the girls out for dance lessons, I popped some popcorn and put in Wall-e for Jack. I still have not sat down and watched that movie, although I've seen bits and pieces of it 15 times! He was ecstatic about his little movie date with Mom, and kept interjecting all kinds of commentary about what was going on. It was adorable.
After the movie, Jack and I started his homework, and the others came home. His homework consisted of finishing the sentence, "The little..." He wanted to write, "The little dog farted," but I prevailed upon him to change it. In the end, the little dog wanted popcorn. Then we read a few books before dinner.
Rob fixed a dinner that smelled so good, I had to escape upstairs before I decided to break down the barriers of my liquid diet and chew up something tasty and prohibited. I'd already snuck some cashews (which I chewed down past molecular level) in the morning, and I didn't want to risk it with some chicken getting caught! My shower was long and hot, the opposite of what I normally take, but it felt good on my sore neck and back.
When I came out, Rob and the kids were upstairs getting ready for bed, and he and I fell asleep on the bed for a while together. It was most uncomfortable on my incision (we normally sleep on the couch), but it was nice to be cozied up together like that. Afterward, he did his husbandly duty and "rubbed feet on my lotion," and then we headed back downstairs.
I'm about to get on the treadmill and walk for as long as I possibly can, trying to up my heartrate. I'm hoping my back will let me get to that point and sustain it for a while, but my headache threatens to interfere. It will be good to finally get some exercise in at 9 days post-op, though. Then, I'll need to keep it up, every single day!
And I'm off...
Fin.
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