Better Every Day.

Every day, I hurt a little less and feel a little more energetic. I'm still not allowed to do anything, so I have to be very careful. All the same, I can make crafty things and go for walks and eat slightly more ambitious foods. I'm incredibly grateful for how well I'm healing. I do think I'll be racing the clock to get back to work in September. At this point, I'm not even allowed to carry my purse.

I almost forgot how sick I was before the surgery. Matt had me go back and read my blogs because I wasn't sure that I was actually feeling better. I was wrong. I'm WAY better. No shakes, no arthritis, few headaches that aren't located in the immediate surgical site, very little nausea, and I'm only sleeping about 9 hours a day, which is borderline miraculous.

I'm trying to formulate a little recovery plan which includes substantial weight loss. The only exercise I'm allowed is a slow-paced stroll, so I plan to stroll a little farther everyday. I also plan to eat small meals preceded by a very large medium-to-dark green salad sans dressing, other than breakfast. The only thing I can handle at breakfast is one piece of white toast with a little bit of butter and hot tea. About half an hour later, I can manage to get down some fruit without wanting to hurl.

I'm thinking about starting a happiness project. It's normally a bit hokey for my taste, and I think it's my mother's genetic material expressing more dramatically as I age. Of course, she's consistently pretty happy, regardless of life's little curve balls, so perhaps there's something to it all.

By the way, I won the Bravo Award.