Just a Little Patience

Based on previous surgeries, I figured by now that I'd be back to normal and doing everything I can normally do. Well, not this time. I can't lift, pull, or push anything significant. I've been told not to lift my arms over my head. Still. I'm like, dude - it's been a week. I should be good to go by now right? Wrong.

I can't type much at a time, so even if I want to grab my computer for long periods of time, I can't. That's why the blog posts are short and scant.

But you know what I can do? Practice patience. Pretty much everything that happens to and around me has to be done by someone else. I can ask for something to be done, and then I wait. It might not be done the way I wanted it to be done, or it might...either way - it's done, and I get to say thank you and be patient. I am more aware every day of how much I am actually loved as friends come to the house, pick up Ian, buy groceries, cook dinner, bring food, help me wash my hair, take me to the doctor, clean the kitchen floor, get the mail, open cards...and the list goes on.

So many of you have sent notes, sent me a short text to encourage me, told me you're praying for me, or done one of the things listed above...I'm just grateful. Extremely grateful. I am getting better. I am healing. Not as quickly as I've anticipated, and not without challenges, but the doctor said today that I am getting better. So, I just need to be patient.

And yes, if any of you were Guns N Roses fans in the 80s (or just listened to the radio a lot like I did), you hear it too:
Said woman take it slow, and it'll work itself out fine
All we need is just a little patience...