Thursday, October 18, 2018

Post Hip Surgery

Am I miserable? yes. 

Am I whiney? yes. 

Our bed is too high for me to be able to maneuver in and out of, so Donald has built me a nest on the sofa in the sunroom. 

With teddy bears, a walker, a cane, some coffee, meds and water. 

Annabelle wants to be up here with me and I want her up here, but there's not enough room and she's too heavy to stretch out on me without breaking my hip, and you better believe I am not going through this again. 

I am alive, but y'all, I am far from well. 

Those of you who have done this, you have my greatest admiration. 

One more whine - the meds have me so goofy, I can't read. 

But I can cuss.

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