The whole recovery process is not great. It seems to me that it just the whole affair being dragged on and on and on, which is not what I expected. I thought they just would just suck out my gallbladder, throw some band-aids over the holes and off I would go on my merry, healthy way (Yes, Mrs. E, it is a day surgery and done with four incisions using probes and what not! How sci fi, huh?!). I don't think I could have been much more naively optimistic about it had I tried. I am doing fantastic, mind you, it's just the little things. I am still not supposed to pick up my children or exercise, especially the stomach muscles, and let's face it, most of my days, these days, consist of me picking up and putting down my children in various settings which uses what else, but the stomach muscles! Oh well. The doctor did remove my bandages, however, and I am healing nicely, and I went home and promptly re-covered the sites with much more colorful bandages, my daughter's Hello Kitty band-aids. Ah, that's much better!
In other news, I can't seem to find a fun read this summer. Everything I have read, has turned out to be the opposite of the fun summer reads I had been so looking forward to. Right now, I am reading Anywhere But Here by Mona Simpson. I have seen the movie before and it seemed interesting enough and so I assumed the book would be good. You know what is said about making assumptions. The entire back cover is blurbs from raves about the book from somewhat reputable review sources. What a crock, if you will excuse me for saying. I am not even half-way yet, so maybe I shouldn't be making a judgement so soon, but am almost to the point of abandoning anything but the tried and true classics. It's amazing how many truly crappy books get published these days. Maybe the book gets better and I am proved wrong, I hope so...
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