Five days have now passed since my surgery and I feel great. Not normal, mind you, but considerably better than expected.
I still have no pain and therefore haven’t required any medication, not even Tylenol. My sleep needs have waned, from 4 naps on Tuesday down to 1 nap today. For the mental and health benefits, I have been conscientiously walking, a longer jaunt every morning and a short stroll in the evening. My morning walk has increased by roughly a mile each day while slowly gaining in speed. My outing this morning was the closest to normal yet with five brisk miles through Stanford campus.
In between my morning and evening exercise, I spend the rest of my time lounging on my favorite chair in my study. It’s the epicenter for the remainder of my day’s activities: eating, napping, using the computer, reading my Kindle, and watching movies.
Hair washing has become a high point to my recovery days. Every evening after I take my makeshift bath (I can’t get the incision sites wet yet), I head downstairs to the kitchen, where my salon slaves (Earl and our 4 year old) await. I dip my head into our island sink, and they shower my hair with the pull-out faucet, massage in shampoo and conditioner, and rinse. Aside from the tension attendant whenever a preschooler wields control of an indoor water dispenser, our new daily ritual has been an unexpected and relaxing luxury.
As expected, by contrast, Earl has been spoiling me 24/7. He is now in charge of all of the laundry, dishes, tidying up, and care for our little guy (the older two children are still visiting relatives in TX). He makes and serves me my food, tucks me in when I fall asleep, set up a new laptop so that I don’t have to sit at my desk, in short, everything. With all of the above and carrying the weight of my health crisis on his shoulders, he has found it close to impossible to do any real (i.e., paying) work. I feel guilty but enormously grateful that he is now responsible for everything in our lives including continuing to make me feel beautiful and loved.
There’s nothing you can do that can’t be done …
No one you can save that can’t be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time — It’s easy.
All you need is love, all you need is love.
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