Baby steps. Ugh. Home from seeing my surgeon just now. It was incredibly painful being manipulated and having all of the stitches removed. I was slaked in sweat and the room started spinning. The next thing I knew they had me lying down with a damp towel on my neck and a bucket beside me. Talk about crazy college flashbacks…😳😉
I’m now sporting an attractive bracelet that warns you I’m a “fall risk” which I’m pretty sure I’ve been most of my life, along with being a flight risk too. My mom often remarks “I didn’t name you ‘Grace’ for so many reasons….”
I’m just happy to be back at home and wearing my own panties again. The “Nashoba Valley Secret” sexy assed hospital ones went up to my clavicle.
If I’d only been feeling better I’d have tugged them even higher over my head and robbed a bank or two. I’m a practical gal that way.