Addle-Brained

I've spent the last week after my hip surgery in an anesthesia/drug-induced fog. Apparently when I am under the influence my tongue is a little looser than I would normally allow it to be. There are a lot of holes in my memories from this past week, but a few things have managed to make it in to the "recovery" file. Such as looking at the nurse in post-op like she was a crazed-fool when she gave me my post-op instructions and almost yelling "I can't take a shower for FIVE DAYS!" Or offering my father-in-law my stockings they made me wear during surgery (trust me...it's a long story). How about telling Rebecca that I wasn't going to let Clint go to work without helping me wash my rear first. Can you really believe I said that? Fortunately there are a few really good memories that have managed to solidify their spot in my brain like Honey coming and cooking and cleaning for us, or like Rebecca coming and doing the same. Both of them have made it possible for me to actually rest like I am supposed to. (Neither one of them have allowed me to lift a finger...not even to get up and get a drink!) They have done all the running to the store, to soccer practice, to cello lessons, to school, and everything in between. I don't know WHAT I would've done without them. I love both of them so much...enough to actually not mind them coming and helping because I seem to have issues with asking anyone for anything. I know that as long as I live I will never forget Clint taking my bandages off and nearly passing out from the pain of it, then having him carry me to bed where he was sweet enough to gently brush and dry my hair for me...and make me die laughing the whole time he was at it. And I won't soon forget him staying up with me until 2am the other night when I was in such pain...and when I finally woke up the next morning and opened my eyes the first thing I saw was a glass of my favorite flowers sitting next to my side of the bed that he had stopped and picked for me on his way home from taking Erika to school. Today Kail has showered me with his sweet kisses and when I told him he was medicine for me he said "Yeah Mom, I'm purple grape medicine for you that's gonna make your hip feel better, and when I give you sugars on your nose it'll help you get better faster." He's made sure I haven't run out of healing sugars yet. Being completely dependent on others has been every bit as challenging for me as I thought it would be, but it has also really made my heart nearly burst with love and gratitude for my sweet, sweet family. I appreciate them so much for helping me have such sweet sunshine amidst the rain of recovery. They've filled my days with plenty of doses of laughter and love, the two best medicines that can't be found on a single pharmacy shelf. So, my brain might still be a little addled, but even a nit-wit like me can plainly see that my recovery has been every bit a blessed one.