They know that water and sand are the best medicine.

I can’t believe it’s been 6 days since my hysterectomy. I have been doing my alternation of Tylenol and Ibuprofen with an occasional Valium. I think the weirdest thing is the feeling of my innards re adjusting. Every time I roll over or stand up I’m afraid things are gonna fall right out. I’m pretty sure they aren’t but sometimes it sure feels like it. Now that the constant pain is easing I’m finally understanding the you’ll be exhausted part.

This morning I woke up and did some reflecting. Occasionally I’ll get in these spells that I feel I’m destined for greatness, but something is holding me back. I’m always so damn stuck on a greater purpose that I miss the little things. The small things that are still significant. Chuck has been off work since last Thursday, but he goes back tomorrow. I’ll be fine, the kids will be home, but there is definitely a small sense of dread. The bar he sets is a bit unrealistic.

Chuck agreed that today we could get a hefty dose of vitamin D. That little gel cap I take every morning in my med cocktail isn’t cutting it. I threw on my baiting suit and he did everything else. We piled in the car and headed out to Millennium Park. It’s 30 minutes away and just the right size for my restrictions. I took it slow and followed directions to not go in the lake. I did however walk through the splash pad like a 42 year old boss. My boys threw the football and played in the water. I people watched and enjoyed the fresh air. Just 2 hours, just long enough.

Now it’s 3pm and I’m showered, fed and ready for a nap. Yup, I’m pretty much a toddler.