I’ve heard that redheads are unique in several ways, one being that we have a high pain tolerance. Hooray for that one if true. My best guess is that about ten square inches on my back is where I am most tender.
My husband tells me that there are no stitches or staples. My skilled surgeon has sealed my incision with surgical-grade superglue. In addition, there are no BLTs for me (bending, lifting, and twisting), and I’m wearing the newest trend of a fashion belt with velcro closure and strings on each side that pull across the front to secure more tightly.
I thank you for the scripture you’ve sent. I’ve read each message, and when my concentration is better, I will study in a broader context. God is so good to give us what we need when needed.
I’m interrupting the top five all-time posts sent to subscribers to give you a brief post-surgery update. I will let you know that my concentration level is low, and the medications cause me to search for my words. The medicines have heightened my emotions. When my medication is at its peak effectiveness, my laughter or tears might be inappropriate. A wise person reminded me that modern medicine, medical procedures, and post-op care are God’s common grace.
My husband and I have yet to travel since his retirement. However, in earlier years, I traveled to Hawaii four times—three with my husband and one with my daughter. Today, I recalled the times and places that are most relaxed.
I spent the morning looking through pictures of Hawaii and listening to Bob Marley. (This is the part where you can laugh!) I needed to revisit scenes of God’s creation and to hear, once again, Marley’s lyrics of “Every little thing is going to be alright” with steel drums in the background.
If you sit with me in my sunroom, you will see pictures of the road to Hana. The trips made to Hawaii were slow days with wind in my hair and backdrops of incredible scenery.
A little self-assessment tells me that the drop foot is much improved. I see the surgeon two weeks post-op and will know more then. I am looking forward to a time when I can travel farther than Conway without getting out of my car for a break. But until that time, I might be playing a little Bob Marley and recalling simpler days on the road to Hana.
Debbie Swindell 