December 16, 2014
The recovery process so far, in photos.
THE SOCKS OF INDEPENDENCE:
Seriously. I was so proud of myself when I got these socks on all by myself that I took a picture of them. Who's a big girl? I'm a big girl! Now can someone come help me put on some pants? Anyone?
A delightful assortment of medications for pain, nausea, and muscle spasms, plus an antibiotic and a blood thinner.
(And Colace, which where the party's really at, yo.)
(Guess which one isn't working. GO ON GUESS.)
THE MAGICAL HEALING ELIXER OF MAGIC:
Quite literally the greatest meal of my entire life, bar none, not exaggerating.
(At least until my next meal. Which will probably be more matzoh ball soup.)
MY MOST EXCELLENT COMPANY:
The boys know I had "surgery." Despite many, many attempts to describe what, exactly, "surgery" is, why I had it (verrrrry delicately and diplomatically explained, ay yi yi), and why they shouldn't worry about me (but also why I would prefer if they didn't pile-drive my abdomen for a couple weeks or so, THANKS FOR YOUR COOPERATION), I think they are all still a little fuzzy on the concept.
As long as I remain in bed, this whole scene is "Mom's Surgery." Noah particularly enjoys hanging out with Mom's Surgery. Because Mom's Surgery has hours upon hours to spend listening to nothing but Transformers Ninja Turtles Bone Legends of Korra Angry Birds Batman Superman and Minecraft Minecraft MINECRAFT.
This little face, though. Those little eyeballs. He prefers to hug my arms, pat my hair, kiss my hands and then stare at me just like that, basically willing Mom's Surgery to bite it and go away already so we can get back to the important business of pre-bedtime dance parties.
We'll get there soon, buddy. Just looking at this picture makes me feel a million times better.
(Ike's like, whatever. Grandma is here! And she made french toast! BYE MOM LUV YA OR WHATEVER.)