Remember the post where I wrote that I had dodged a bullet. I wrote that in the hospital while still being waited on hand and foot and given meds every 4 hours. What I didn’t realize then was that I dodged that bullet and while I sat there all smug watching the bullet go by I somehow missed that a Mack truck was following it.
And there was. And it hit me. Hard.
To say that recovery has been hard would be an understatement. It was very difficult physically, more than I would have ever imagined. I had almost a full 6 weeks of being at the verge of passing out everytime I stood up. I also felt like there was a little fairy with machete wings fluttering her way through my intenstines approx. 53,734,567 times a day. And there were some of the worst headaches I’ve ever had.
It was also very difficult mentally. I was fortunate enough to have more than enough help fromfamily, friends, neighbors and especially my mom and Jared. But being a mom is my job and it’s who I am. It was hard to step away so that I could recover.
But, now, almost 3 months later, I finally feel normal again. I don’t have any more pain from the surgery. I have my energy back. And besides the medical bills, the surgery seems like a distant memory.
I think I can finally get back to this blogging thing. So bear with me as I catch up. 
We’re glad you are feeling better and sorry the recovery has been so difficult. We are sending positive thoughts your way.