Today is day two without any ibuprofen, I guess I just underestimated how far one little 600 mg pill would go! Luckily, my mother-in-law is still here and will be until I get out of the hospital, so my boys got to do this little craft this morning:
When I say that “the boys” helped, I mean that they BOTH helped. It was so sweet to see that little baby up at the table with his brother and Grandma Claire holding a dried-up glue stick in one hand, “applying” it all over the paper and “sticking” other paper to it.
I wish I felt as serene as that little which looks. I took a quick trip to Walgreens today to pick up my magnesium nitrate drink for the day before my surgery, and I brought the paperwork up to the pharmacy, thinking that they kept it behind the counter or something (hey! I’ve never done this before, I am clueless!). The woman leaned over and said in a LOUD voice;
“Yes, we have deese. Over by de laxateeves, on the left are de laxateeves, eet ees on de bottom shelf of dee laxateeves.”
And, as a matter of fact, there WAS a huge long line of people waiting to pick up their prescriptions, thankyouverymuch.
Gosh. Tact, anyone? Nope, we are fresh out today.
On the way home, I get to thinking about my boys. And my family. And my life. And I think to myself,
“Self, I think there’s got to be some sort of learning experience goin’ on right now, so you better get yerself tuh learnin it.”
Which actually translates to Sarah breaking down and crying in her car because for one teeny tiny second, I started to entertain “The Thought”. You know, the scary one. The one where everything is NOT ok everything doesn’t work out for the best. That thought that I might not come home from the hospital in a week, or ever. And I was suddenly scared. Then I cried. Then I got stuck behind the train on my road and I just sat there and used that excuse to cry some more.
And then I took a deep breath, wipes the tears from my cheeks and the snot from my nose (yes, I did use a napkin) and I realized that all this is happening for a reason. I need to “just keep swimming”, but am in the desert, so it’s more like “just keep sweating”. I have my list of things to get accomplished before Wednesday and I’m chipping away at that, I am talking to and visiting with people who are amazing examples anyway and who just keep getting more and more amazing, and I am praying. I don’t know what else to do. But right now, it’s working out just fine.
When I finally got my act together and the last train car sped by, I got to come home to this face:
And tonight I got to do this:
Somehow, everything else seems to melt away for the moment and I am ok again. Ready to face another day.