Thank God it’s Monday! I know most of you are thinking the same thing right now… right? Okay. Maybe not, but today is a day of celebration for me, because today is the day I get to DRIVE! All by myself! In a car! It’s like I’m 16 again.
Saul put me on bedrest for the entire weekend in an effort to convince my wounds to A) heal and B) stop hurting.
I watched 5 movies (nothing worth mentioning) and slept more than any other human on the planet. I ate brownies and oranges. My brain, my digestive system and my atrophying muscles cannot wait to get some outside stimulation.
The pain is still there, but I’m off the heavy pain meds and moving on to a more subtle dosage of Ibuprofen, which is why I’ll finally get to drive again.
Although I should warn you, “getting to drive” and “being able to drive” are two very different things, so it might be in your best interest to stay off the sidewalks for a few days. TGIM!
