I guess I could say this winter has been unlucky. The weather (as many probably agree) has been awful and gone on forever. And then there's this surgery I had to have last month for the third time. It was a sucky surgery that if I describe too much tends to make people a little squeamish. It takes up to a year to fully heal. Daddy says he's not sure he could go through it. Even the doctor has apologized several times that I had to go through it again.
I could keep whining about how much it hurt and how there was little I could do to ease the pain. How even now I still have more bad days than good and there's still a lot I can't do. I could complain about all the restrictions that the evil doctor has placed on me. No strenuous activities. No spanking (well not doctor's exact words but 'bending over' is considered a no-no). And only 'very gentle sexual activity' is permitted.
I could keep hurting over the friend who betrayed me before this all began. The one I once considered super close. The one I saw through so many of her own ordeals who can't even take the time to do something small like a Facebook 'like' that the surgery went well.
I could keep going on here (and trust me I have). Daddy says I'm due for one very big spanking very soon.
But the truth is I'm very lucky. I'm beyond blessed that they could do this surgery again. That it was truly a gift I'll never be able to repay. That what's wrong can be fixed and is healing nicely. I'm happy to be past the worst of the pain. That even though there are bad days, the good hours and good days are steadily increasing and I now can do more than I could before the surgery.
I've been lucky that despite the weather outside, I didn't see much of it this winter. For all I knew, it could've been 80 degrees and sunny (and I tried to imagine it was). And now that I'm getting better, the forecast is looking good.
I'm also very grateful for the many wonderful people who did so many wonderful things over the past few months. Bringing food, baking birthday cakes, calling, sending cards, texting... Even here in blogland where nobody even knows my name, there have been so many kind comments and e-mails and from the bottom of my heart. Thank You! I can't even begin to express how much they've meant.
Most of all I feel lucky to have Daddy. Between big projects at work and keeping it together at home and taking care of me, he's been doing it all over the past two months. I know how extremely tired he's been. But every night he comes home, opens up his arms and holds me. He reminds me I'm not alone. That he's got me.
Once again, he's walked me through a storm and for that I'm very very lucky.
I heard March is Q&A month and even though these days I don't feel very interesting, reading everyone's answers today is making me feel a little like a voyeur. So if you have any questions for either Phillip or I, ask away.