The good news: today I saw a star magnolia in full bloom. Early cherry and redbud are showing color.
The snow moved on, To Massachusetts I hear, and indeed, the sun shone.
GG and Tini picked me up after my Dr.'s appointment and we drove straight to our comfort food:Vietnamese.
There's nothing that a few rice noodles and grilled pork won't cure.
Maybe not the common cold but for that there's always Pho.
GG's best rest spot is in the passenger seat of her sister's car. Firm leather seat back to keep her upright, heated seat to keep her warm and the peace and quiet you can only find sleeping while on the road or in a driveway.
Ah, post op.
The bad news for me: no Zumba, no gardening, no pulling or pushing, continue sleeping with cast (and 2 cats) on for another month, Advil as needed.
I can't say I'm surprised but I hoped for a nod to gentle weeding. Wait, didn't I give myself tendonitis several years ago from too vigorous weeding? Do you think my surgeon reads the blog?
He casually mentioned that men tend to get 100% of their rotation back, "gals" not so much.
Don't know why, says there is a study on this matter.
This "gal" hope to be an exception to the norm.
But I guess that means no weeding, no Zumba, no pulling or pushing, no carry anything over 3 lbs in my right hand.
Just get through 3 months without tearing it he begged me.
What? Do I give the impression I would overdo things?
It's like my first day at boarding school when my parents and I walked into the large room full of single beds with a chest next to them and a white curtain that pulled around for privacy.
We met the nun who supervised the floor.
She'll sleep in the bed next to mine she announced, might need to keep an eye on her.
What? She'd just met me. What possible trouble vibe did I and do I apparently still give off?
Though I must admit by Thanksgiving of that year I was expelled....
But then I didn't have all of you keeping an eye on me.