- My current and utmost worry is my body. Ah not the beaten black, blue and yellow look am sporting across my stomach currently but it's shape. A few weeks before the op I had to abandon running due to both knee and groin injury and therefore have not even seen my trainers for at least 3 weeks. This is no good thing. Whilst secretly I appreciated the break from running because this insane form of exercise does not come easily despite its addictive nature, right now I actually wobble. How quickly my body turned on me and went sort of south. How very disloyal of my body, after all that work! During op recovery I seem to have done a lot of eating. A lot. No more than on a normal day but when you run around busy and add in running and walking the pooch daily this is no problem; when moving only from lying position in bed to propped up position on the sofa it is mildly concerning especially when you wobble. What to do? I am not going to be able to run again for a while (again, secretly a little pleased) so how then do I stop my body looking like jelly unless of course I tape my mouth shut?
- All the little things I said I would achieve in my post op rest days I have not done. I have not read or even started my new book. I have not written as many blog posts as I wanted to. I have not re-addressed some 'ideas' I have for the future. I have not filed my recipe cards. I have not written to old friends to reacquaint. I have not put our honeymoon pictures in an album. I have not organised my i-tunes. I have just not. I have slept. A lot. Popped many painkillers. A lot. Eaten. A lot. I have watched an inordinate amount of mindless tv. A lot. What a waste of time. I am a little horrified, if a little disgusted at my use of time.
- The mind is such strange place with time on your hands; over the last two days I have been fully awake and it likes to taunt me. It likes to let me know how lovely it would be whilst I have this time on my hands to do all the things my normal days don't have time for. It tells me to tend the garden, bag up the seeds for spring sowing, weed the lawn and trim the hedges. It tells me it's an ideal time to beat the baking challenge. It also tells me it would be a great time to sort out my wardrobe, it even tells me now is a great time for a summer clear out of the house. All of which I cannot do. Harrumph.
HOWEVER; I am going to credit myself with the recognition that I do have the most wonderfully supportive family and friends and the most incredible husband a girl could have married! Over the last few days I have been inundated with messages, visits, flowers, cards, a lot of food based gifts, phone calls and above all; love. I feel so loved. I feel that from every corner of the globe from where ever my family and friends reside they have all hugged me. Hugs are underrated. Everyone needs to have a time of concern because that's how you know. How you know why you've chosen those people to be your friends and how you realise how much your family means to you. My parents are divorced, but together they came and I know I've always said how lucky I am to have them as best friends to each other but to know that no matter what they will unite as one is pretty special. My little sister (ok, not so little but beautiful, tall and generous to a fault - basically your domestic siren) brings my sugar coated nephews and makes me laugh and gives a warm glow you can bask in for hours afterwards. Adam, my brother found time amongst his many commitments to stop and call and keep calling until I had the strength to have a conversation; he's not been my brother for long but he's a good brother. My in-laws have called or visited daily; never outstaying their welcome just checking I'm ok. So many friends, too many to mention by name have just plain old been there - an instant soul lifter. A thousand thank you's - you know who you are. My husband. I married a man not a boy. He is someone that I now could not ever live without. He is my everything. He took on not only the housework, cooking, cleaning, washing, ironing, shopping, dog walking and his full time job but above all he has never left my side until he was sure nothing bad would happen. He waited until the I could see properly from the side effects the tablets gave me so I wouldn't trip over on the way to the bathroom, he was there when I needed to move or get up, he listened, he made sure I had everything I needed around me within reaching distance, he fielded calls to re-assure family and friends when I was asleep, he wiped away my tears with his kisses (ok, tissues but how romantic did that sound?!), he was patient, he lay with me awake in bed as I slept, he made me laugh when the anaesthetic had made me down in the dumps, he was just there. He will always just be there right by my side and I am proud to be his wife and whether we are able or not to have our dream family it doesn't matter because we have each other; forever.
Time is lost as the days whizz by for all of us and it's good to be thankful - just sometimes. See; I did warn you it was going to be trite! xxx
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