This is a great song by the Pixies if you have a chance to listen.
It’s been a while since I have posted.
A new knee and six weeks of rehab since I have posted.
And where is my mind?
It’s better….but I have learned quite a lot about myself along the way.
When you recover from surgery, you spend a lot of time with you. You in a compromised state, you in pain, you not being able to swim, you waking up in the middle of the night, you and your crazy head.
I’ve had surgery. But this surgery has been pretty intense. I told this to my surgeon the other day and he did confess, “well I did take a saw to your leg, didn’t you watch the videos?”
No, no Mr. Surgeon. This would not have happened had I watched the videos.
And six weeks out, I am happy to report that I hiked two miles yesterday. I am healing. I will be back.
Two days before Mr. Surgeon took a saw to my leg, a friend asked my how I was doing.
“Not great,” I said. “I’m nervous about Mr. Surgeon taking a saw to my leg to remove my knee. It’s three days before Samantha’s birthday. I can’t be at the Courage Classic. I had to move this whole thing because I got stupid Covid. The last time I was so vulnerable was when I was put on bedrest because of Jack and we all know how that ended.”
Where is my mind?
Oof! I know you all are thinking…… never, ever ask Heather how she is doing two days before surgery.
And in the process, I have once again had to lean back on you…….and I thank you. The meals, the notes, the flowers, the cookies, the texts on Samantha’s birthday and (ironically) the week later when we lost her………the kidnappings so Hubs got a break, pizza dates with Mrs. PacMan, and an 18 year wedding anniversary with a new knee.
I could not do this on my own.
And I thank you.
This weekend I hiked 2 miles with amazing friends. I may have danced to a Grease sing off……
Summer Lovin’ had me a blast…..
No, I really did NOT have me a blast this summer.
But ya’ll got me through….even if you did not know it.
And for that dear tribe, I am grateful.