Much Ado about Nothing

I don't have much to say.  Still, I wanted to check in.

I've been spending most of my time getting ready to be out of commission for at least 8 weeks, and maybe through the end of the year.  I have much more realistic expectations this time of how long it is going to take to get back on my feet.  I'm even trying to convince myself that it is OK that I may not be 100% pain free for a year.

This time we are allowing food to be brought.  That is fraught with danger, I know.  I'm asking for no white flour and no sugar in what is brought.  At the same time, I am planning to accept whatever is given with graciousness and worry about my weight on January 1 with the rest of the nation.

My niece will turn 3 in December.  I am really hoping to be able to make her birthday cake.  She's already asking for "Elsa Anna cake and presents."  Every time she sees me, she says that over and over.  I wish I had a sound clip to share.  It is more like "ElsaAnnacakeandpresents" as if it was one word.  She is jazzed about her birthday.  Last time she was at my house, she decided it would be a good time to make the cake.  It took some convincing but she finally agreed to wait closer to her birthday.

I can understand her confusion though.  In the interest of planning ahead her mother and I have been gathering supplies since I most likely won't be driving before her birthday.  And, her mother can make the cake with my instructions if I'm not able.

I've been a little surprised by the number of things happening in the next 8 or so weeks that I feel like somehow need my attention.  Maybe this is a good thing.  Maybe I need to see that I am not so vital, and just enjoy life.

I've had to stop taking pain medication. Until surgery, I am allowed as much acetaminophen (Tylenol) as I want.  Woohoo!  NOT!  Folks, if my pain were manageable with that stuff, I wouldn't even be considering surgery! I have already pre-apologized to 65MD for being a grump.  He was kind and said so far I hadn't been too bad.  He ain't seen nothin' yet, I fear.  He's a good man.  He understands.  For my readers that pray, it would certainly help to spare one for him.

I'll keep in touch as I can.  I'll probably have a lot more time for blogging.  Although, I can't address the coherence of what might be blogged!!