I sobbed the night before my first day back at work after John's surgery. I just love being at home with him. And it's especially hard for me when he gets to be at home but I have to be at work. And when I find notes like this when I wake up:
|Kindergartener-esque writing thanks to using his left hand :)|
I ate cereal at 5am, but then potatoes, cheese grits, OJ, a sausage biscuit and lemon layer cake at 8:30am. It was so tasty and gave me something to do besides sit in the waiting room during the surgery.
I've bought 68 pounds of ice since Friday. Who knew John's polar pack used so much?!
I try to comfort with food. I'm a Southern woman :) That's why there was king cake, ice cream, soda, starburst and hugs for my baby. You're supposed to get what you want while you recover :)
I wanna be Susie Homemaker and sometimes I get pretty emotional that right now I can't be. It must be something God intended for me to do if I desire it so much.
We have the pace of snails on our walks right now. I don't mind spending extra time just talking with my husband and stopping for smooches in the middle of the street.
I feel like my legs are as ghastly white right now. My hubby loves me too much to let me go to the tanning bed, and I've not yet had time for the beach. I'll just have to spray something on or deal.
If I can't get into the doctor's office for a month for my Lap-Band follow-up care consultation. At least the appt. is made and I'm on my way!
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