I feel like I just rejoined the rest of you after a three-week vacation on Planet Pain. Today is my second day in a relatively pain-free state. Putting on my socks still pinches a bit, but I can get around and Do Stuff without having to float on a mental cushion of Oxycodone and Dilaudid.
We have a visitor coming tomorrow (one of my VP pals), and the house is mostly clean, so I just need to do some finishing touches domestically, and take the kids out to the playground. We haven’t been there in a while, thanks to Daddy being laid up and howling like a depressed timber wolf, so we’ll go out and catch up on the fun-having this morning. I had a very enlightening dream that was disturbing and motivating at the same time, and it dovetails neatly into one of the novel ideas I’ve been carrying around in my noggin for a while, so I’ll be taking a few notes while the kids try to injure themselves in spectacular ways on the slides and monkey bars.
The weather’s great, I have a friend coming over to stay for two days, and the back pain has subsided. (Don’t worry, I’ll still be taking it very easy for a while.) Life is all of a sudden really tolerable again. Amazing how much your outlook can change in a fortnight.