Alright, I wasn’t planning on blogging today. Facebook has my 30 days posts, and I started the whole schebang here last night, so I was going to just keep it rolling on FB and add the occasional daily update on the comments of yesterday’s post. But you know what they say about plans, especially in my life!
So this morning I posted my thankful: My husband, who always knows how to make me laugh. And boy does he ever. Case in point, this morning my bald man climbed out of the shower and promptly wrapped his towel round his head like a turban, to dry his hair. Needless to say, it didn’t take long to dry. And those are the type of things he does-goofy silly things. But aside from making me laugh, which he does daily (and isn’t the best thing the first few days post major abdominal surgery) he is my rock. My knight in shining armour, maker of the chex mix and cleaner of the gutters. He oils my favorite boots because he knows I love them, and he loves me. He buys me my favorite cereal and junk foods when I’m having trouble dealing with stress and implications of a hysterectomy. He is my rock.
And today a rock is what I needed. Apparently I’m not healing well from the surgery. I’m three months out, but my body doesn’t agree with the calendar. I ended up spending almost two hours at the doc, last minute (bless her heart-she fit me in after hours) to find out that I need to go back to the surgeon for another follow up. In other words, no real answers. Oh, and did I add that the surgeon is 2.5 hours away and on vaca for the next two weeks? Yep. Awesome. Days like this make it hard to find the thankful, right? But here’s how I could: a coworker saw me walking between buildings and asked if she could pray with me. My NP fit me in last minute, got me into the lab after hours, and called me at home to make sure I was OK. And when I got home, sitting on my counter was the owl cookie jar I fell in love with at the grocery store. Complete with cookies to fill it. Whooo got it? My hubby. Whooooo is thankful? I am. Even though I’m 3 months out from surgery but have to act like it’s only been 5, and I’m going to have to take time off work for a road trip to the stirrups, I have friends who care and a husband who is amazing. I am blessed. And I am thankful.