I have a post-op appointment with my doctor this morning; unfortunately, I just get a new bandage. He isn’t going to remove the stitches just yet. Except when it comes to taking a bath, this isn’t a great problem. I manage to get around well enough, and there has been no significant pain from the first.
Confession: I’ve got a stubborn side. (I can just hear my friends and relatives chuckling, as if this were some great and stunning revelation.) I’m usually blessed with complete mobility, and when I’m not, I start wanting to do things just because I can’t. Right now, for instance, I want to go shopping for that new saddle. While I’ve managed a couple of forays to the casino–and won enough to buy another horse–shopping involves too much walking. No Walmart. No Target. No tack store. Woe is me.
It’s a real lesson in One Day at a Time, which has always been a challenge for me. Guess that’s why I’m hobbled.