Quiet Days

After four full days at home, I am beginning to get used to the ebb and flow of what this recovery will be like.  I spend my days draped in this beautiful kimono robe that Pat gifted me just before the surgery. I feel so pretty in wearing it and don't mind greeting visitors or even walking outside by the street with it on. Yesterday was rainy and misty and in between two bursts of rain I added my red moose wellie boots to the ensemble and walked through our orchard. I felt like I was in a novel.

My days are very quiet and when the boys are awake or around the sound level increases and I find myself getting very irritated. It must be the drugs I am taking, which are substantial pain killers, because I don't remember every really feeling that way about the boys' sounds before. I would certainly look forward to the quiet times, but I mostly enjoyed and certainly tolerated it. Now I just become very irritated. 

I can't say that I am enjoying this recovery, but I do find myself feeling very peaceful and that is enjoyable. I'd certainly rather be up and about and interacting with everyone in a more normal and physical manner. However, I can finally knit and spent most of yesterday and this morning doing just that. The drugs make me too foggy to read, so I watch a lot of the Gilmore Girls and knit. Sounds great, eh? Well add in some random nausea, constipation, general pains from the surgery, sore butt from sitting and it doesn't sound as nice.

I am not complaining though. This could all be much, much worse and I have a super support system, so I'd say that all in all this is a pretty special time.