It’s hard to believe I’m 1.5 weeks post-op already!
How’s it going?
Slow.
That’s to be expected, however and patience is a learned skill, not an inherent one we are born with.
So I continue to be grateful for each day that marks one step closer on the healing journey.
One major piece I’m grateful for is my friend who is graciously allowing me to recover at her house.
Why am I not at my house, you may ask?
Valid Question.
There are some drawbacks to tiny house living, specifically when it comes to recovering from abdominal surgery.
You may remember that I live completely off grid which means there are chores that have to be done everyday to keep THE121 functioning. Pulling the generator and emptying the compost in the toilet are two chores at the top of the list.
As you can imagine both of these chores require sufficient abdominal strength to which the Dr. has advised against.
There’s also the concern of not having valid stairs to get into my house yet (anyone know someone who is good at building stairs???). Mine may or may not resemble something from the backwoods of another era and have served me sufficiently until now.
And so I wait. I wait until God says go back. I’m overly grateful for my friend who has graciously agreed to stay at THE121 for me to watch Maggie Marie and keep the house breathing.
God continues to put each piece in his grand puzzle at just the right time.
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