Tuesday, December 27, 2022

Two weeks since the last surgery. I check my symptoms and difficulties each day to see if I am on target. I am impatient to be well again and fearful that I will never be well again.  So easy to forget what wellness feels like. And it is all a story I tell myself. A nurse is coming today to check me out, to see if I have been naughty or nice.

Pounding rain on the roof and the skylights, wind blowing the bushes.  I wonder where the birds shelter in this storm.  I live in my house, heater on, lights on, breakfast, newspaper.  I am protected.

I watched another episode of SLOW HORSES on apple plus show, last night.  Again, a fire in the fireplace creating warmth and coziness. The kitchen table is loaded with cookies and foods given by family members.  More then I can ever eat. I drink my first cup of chocolate made with a gifted hot chocolate bomb.

I received a new plump down pillow and slept on it last night.  It was as wonderful as I expected.  Thank you birds, for donating your downy feathers. You make my like easier.