Recovery Week...

I had all kinds of plans studying like crazy this week, but truth is, I haven't done much of that at all. I have felt pretty lousy actually. I have been tired, with no energy, and a constant pain that just won't go away. I have watched a lot of Criminal Minds episodes, done a lot of pinterest surfing, sleeping, and I have had a good amount of visitors. I am blessed with so many great friends and an awesome family who love and support me with everything I have been through. I even got a basket delivered, by Mallary, from the galls I work with at Black Diamond Gymnastics. It was filled with word puzzles, a magazine, junk food, a happy bunny, and bubbles (which I blew in the kitchen and when my mom asked why I was blowing them in the house all over her kitchen floor, I told her because they were pretty!) I got lots of great cards and a happy balloon. The company was great and kept my spirits up. My mom drug me out of the house a couple times to get me moving. It exhausted me every time, but was good for me. Friday night I went with mom and dad to see Big Miracle. It was a great movie, but I was turning in my seat half way through. I couldn't sit any longer...but I stayed through to the end and really enjoyed it. 

Nick and Zoe went to the festival of colors. Nick asked me if I was going and I was sad to say, no. I have wanted to go for a few years now, but there was no way I was going a week after surgery. I wasn't ready to risk a big crowd and get bumped in the wrong spot. but they had a blast and came out dyed all kinds of pretty colors...

I saw the doc and she said things looked good. I got my catheter out which felt great, and finally saw my incision. It is about 2 inches long, another additional scar to my body. But scars are scars, they won't be there forever. But, while I have them, I see them as trials I have overcome and they are proof of the strength I have gained. I am recovering and have yet another surgery to put into my past. Surgery number 8.
-Peanut