The hospital called me the day after my surgery…
“How are you feeling?”
“Good,” I said.
“How is your pain?”
“I don’t have any pain.”
“You don’t have any pain?”
“No, ma’am. I haven’t felt any pain at all. I had a really good experience, start to finish. Please thank everyone involved for the great care. I have no complaints or problems. I could not have had a better experience, start to finish.”
“Well, I will tell them that,” she said, sounding a bit surprised.
“Good deal. Have a great day…”
I told her the truth. I had this surgery in the morning. The night of, I was tired. But I got up in the morning, feeling fantastic. Seriously.
So I baked scones…three different kinds. Cranberry Orange, Pineapple and White Chocolate and Cherry Almond.
I then packaged them and drove a platter to my dentist’s office at 8 am, right as they opened. “I brought you breakfast,” I said. They were all happy. They love food. I was happy too. Twelve scones, four of each kind.
That evening I brought a second platter to my committee meeting….another twelve scones. The rest of the batches, I packed for my husband to take to work to this couple he knows. The wife wanted the recipe so I sent samples.
I know this is crazy. I have staples in my stomach. But I can’t feel them.
I was expecting pain from the gas they pump you full of during lap surgery, but I haven’t felt that either. I also have no pain in my neck, or my hip, my walking is normal…
The fact is, I have not felt this good in five years. I feel really, really good.
Now I have to go get these staples out, next week. I will hear about pathology reports at that time and also see what the doctor recommends. She did tell my husband she thought it was likely, I’d need more surgery. I don’t know why she said this and I don’t even care. It’s clear to me, I am at the tail end of a long health crisis and test of my character.
I just want everyone to know, I am open for business. And as for the astrology…I’m giving this to Saturn Neptune. My burden is obscured. It’s as if sometimes you have it really hard….and sometimes you don’t. Transits pass!