MY FIRST WEEK OF RECOVERY HAS APPROACHED AS I AM RESTING IN MY NEW ELECTRIC RECLINER THAT'S BROWN SUEDE. I've gotten the hang of it and think it will be difficult to not have recliners in the COTTAGE when the time comes. The blue wing chairs are at the COTTAGE in the small living room along with a loveseat. We'll be morphing along as we go.
This recovering time is slowing us down on getting into the COTTAGE. I have to practice patience as I heal. I know I need to be a good patient.
My dear Husband has been taking very good care of me this week. He is an awesome cook these days. We visit about what we will be eating for the day. He went to the grocery store yesterday to purchase our food. Lots of veggies it is.
Usually on our dinner plates hold three types of food combining protein with vegetables. A meat and two types of veggies. Small amounts of fruit start the mornings out with steering away from grains throughout the day. Popcorn happens many a evening. Ice-Cream has become an evening treat, but think we had better watch this one as it is dairy with sugar.
I walked quite a bit on Friday and think it caught up with me yesterday as I was weary and too tired to walk on Saturday so I hope to walk some today early on. My shower last night felt wonderful. It was refreshing to say the least. I remain in my housecoat instead of getting dressed each day. I figure it is better for the 5 incisions on my upper stomach and lower abdomen where a large incision is. All incisions look like they are healing well. The soreness in my gut is still there, but getting less tender.
I cut back on the pain pills. I'd prefer to not get hooked on this stuff.
What is going on in the world as I recover? It's a hectic place out there for sure. It's a chaotic world that can take dominion over the peaceful ways that we should be living in our lives. Keeping the peace takes work. Shutting the world out is a must. I cannot continually be fed what the media says is truth when it is altered with controlled conflict. While on the computer, it is easy to get bombarded with news blurbs that sway the truth. I am so tired of seeing so much skin being exposed by the same women that must be Hollywood puppets making their millions. Round balls for breasts, pump up lips about to explode and tight facial skin where the natural lines of time have disappeared. Eye lashes like paint brushes. Excuse me.
Guarding my heart is necessary.
The media has not tired of sending the same messages to the world that women are not encouraged to be homebodies happily married with children to bless them. Instead, some other kind of ungodly thing is what we are to aim for. Tuning out fast talking individuals that are so gruff and on the verge of being militant with insults. I cannot bare it anymore.
Today, I will rest, go through paperwork, tape up moving boxes, tidy the area beside my chair that holds supplies, do some dishes, and walk between the porch and the carriage house before the summer heat gets too bad.
The beautiful things of nature is on my mind. We missed the yearly Iris Sale in Manhattan which we usually attend each July. I figure we will live. Next year perhaps we will be able to attend. I had hopes of relocating some Irises at the COTTAGE in July, but that was before I knew I'd be having a hysterectomy and not able to garden. Perhaps, in a month I will be able to get around to this. For now, I can think about it and sketch designs.
I have not been reading as much as I thought I would be able to during this time as the fatigue comes over me like a wave.
We're off to a new week. I'll have a telephone medical appointment with my regular doctor on Tuesday where I will remain HOME. I'm truly not wanting to travel in a car yet not even for a pleasure ride. I have never had a tele appointment before. Hope I can figure out the way this works.
Perhaps as I sit, I'll hear the Church Bells ring this morning calling the people to worship. They do not ring the bells long enough. It's disappointing to me. When we return to small town America across the river to live in the COTTAGE, I will be able to tune in to their church bells they ring every Sunday, plus hear hymns during the day. What a neat feature to hear. I'm looking forward to hearing the bells again. When I was baby sitting one of my Grandchildren, I had to slow down my pace of life. I didn't know that God was grooming me to take note of other things in life that were better for me than being on the go at a fast pace. Here I am desiring to slow down to hear the church bells chiming Christian tunes in the airwaves. What a beautiful thing to experience in this hectic world of ours.
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