My drug-induced haze disappeared today along with the residual pain of my operation.
The slow draining wounds are healing the way they areĀ meant to healĀ and I am feeling empowered. The nurse practitioner took the plastic tubing away from my fragile chest and left me feeling practically well.
I meet with my surgeon next week to go over next steps but I’ve gotten through the clearing away stage.
My grandchildren giggle two rooms away while I listen to music to balance my chakras, hoping the darkness will disappear.
I still haven’t read last week’s issue of the Milton Times. I don’t know what the lead story is in the issue out today.
But I don’t hurt. And I’ve had a chance to be with people who matter to me. It’s been a good day.