Still here. Still getting things done. By 'things' I mean sitting around in a daze, doing little exercises, drinking coffee, and periodically taking my walker for walks around the apartment. This, they tell me, is the key to recovery.
Last night I drank several Guinness. They did not tell me that Guinness drinking is the other key to recovery, since, to judge from the unpleasant texture of my guts today, it isn't. That was all part of showing my body who's boss around here.
It turns out that my body is who's boss around here. I'm thinking of forming a union of the soul to stand up to my fatcat of a body. Strike vote tomorrow! Who's with me?
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I'm in!
Hmm. I'd have thought Guiness would be a good thing from the POV of body happiness. Live and learn.
Glad you're back and your back, too. Har. Tiny humor.
zaza - Guinness may be good for you, but with a stapled wound in your back and a circulatory system cut with anaesthetic, it doesn't mix so well.
I'm sorry I've missed this back surgery adventure. I've been far too engrossed with myself these days. I'm glad you pulled through and are feeling better. You will only feel better and better from now on, I feel sure!
So glad to catch up and read the good news, both here and at schmutzie's...
I was barely mobile after my accident last Feb and then walking on a cane for nearly two months.
I recommend taking this as an opportunity to manifest all of your worst personality traits and when people complain just point out that it's part of the healing process.
I can make the signs for the strike!
So happy to see that you are conscious enough to type!
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