I was thoroughly enjoying my freedom once again. It was a sheer delight. I made sure not to waste this time. I can still remember being imprisoned while recovering from my first OPH surgeries. They were all winter time recoveries. Talk about stir crazy. Hell I even looked forward to going back to school back then.
Now as an adult I knew how precious stuff in general was, and that included time. Funny you know they say time gets shorter as we grow older. I think we just become more aware of it all. We date things by certain things. Holidays, birthdays, yes even paychecks. When you are young it is all still so fresh and you've so little to actually do, you have more time. So let's blame responsibility? That's another discussion.
As August progressed I was feeling better. My fingers on my right hand still numb. I was not overly testing my limits. Adoring the morning walks, the summer sounds, the taste of it all. I had also stopped staring straight down as I now strolled. I did, however, keep a watchful eye on that rock. It was going to move one day.
Walking in town was wonderful. Up the street and back down to the bakery. Home for that delicious warm brew. Now unfortunately a small piece of my afternoon was taken up by my sister. Brought her lunch from the deli and such. Heard the complaints, which I assured her only meant she was getting better.
I wasn't napping in the afternoon with any frequency. You know I just realized I may have left some important items out. Must remember in the next post.
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