I’m laid up. I had foot surgery last week. Everything went well, I’m in no pain, but I can only spend 15 minutes of every hour with my foot NOT elevated. And that 15 minutes includes no contact with the floor. It’s not easy to get around!
This whole time could have been an absolute nightmare, and it hasn’t been. My dear mother, who is ready at the drop of a hat to help her children whenever possible, came down to take me to the surgery and help with the ensuing chaos.
And believe me. My house is chaos. Between me being grumpy, Emma’s insistent nature and house-destroying abilities, and my incredibly messy house… I think we about did her in. 🙂 But she was here, with grace and [usually] patience, to ask me if I needed a drink or a kleenex, or a pill, or anything my heart desired.
If only everyone was so lucky!