It's a Saturday night. I've been cleaning my house, preparing for the inevitable bed rest that comes with the surgery. Not surprising, I'm not looking forward to the recovery ... not for the fear of the pain, but the fear of the solitude. I know the routine. I lie around, needing to be taken care of ... the Jello, the Gatorade, the Nabisco Saltines, and the Campbell's Chicken Noodle Soup ... all placed nicely on the chair next to me. But this time, it's a longer recovery, so they say. Oh my ...
Alone with my thoughts.
