I’m all ready for tomorrow’s foot surgery. By being ready, I mean I’m prepared to not drive for at least a week. I bought enough groceries so that I won’t have to make a mid-week run as I usually do. I got my bangs trimmed and I brought home a big bag of work projects. I’m grateful to be able to work from home close to my freezer full of ice. I’m told I’ll be using ice. Lots and lots of ice.
Several folks have asked me how I feel. I’m just looking forward to being on the other side of this and working my way back into exercise, particularly running and cycling. It will take months, beginning with very low-impact activities such as the elliptical trainer and working my way up to running. I’ll learn all of those time frames during my post surgery appointment on Monday.
I’m committed to not complaining during the recovery period. Hubs reminded me of what a bear I was following ACL surgery four years ago. I’m going to try to behave this go ’round. Thankfully this surgery isn’t supposed to be as big of a deal. And if I’m tempted to complain, I’ll think about the reality check I received this morning.
I learned on Facebook that tomorrow morning, while I’m have a little foot surgery, a friend’s four-year old grandson is going to have a seven-hour surgery to remove a brain tumor. I can’t imagine the myriad of feelings the family is going through.
I have had quite a few friends tell me they’ll be thinking of me and praying for me tomorrow. I’m grateful for that. I’d like to ask a favor. If you’re one of those who’ll be thinking of me tomorrow, kindly send up a double portion of prayer and positive vibes for that sweet boy. He’s facing a much bigger challenge than I.