|Tom 4 inches taller...me...hadn't lost 27 at this point|
Tom was under the knife for 9 hours with a back fusion that made him 4 inches taller and in less pain. He is recovering well and wishes he would have done it sooner. Hind sight is your best friend or enemy!
One thing that I have learned from my friends...the experts on anesthesia... is that for every hour you are under, it takes one month to regain your wits. Wits....in this case is long and short term memory. I never thought that someone as intelligent as Tom would succumb to such nonsense of losing his wits due to anesthesia. Duh....I was stupid. I should have known the first time his physical Therapist came and asked him questions. I scratched my head and decided that I needed to take the wheel on his care. A month later, he admitted that he had no idea what happened in October! His surgery was at the end of September.
Being busy has been good for me. That means I am no longer a couch potato binge watching Hulu and Netflix. In fact, I deactivated Netflix! Yes, deactivated it like as in a sorority...quit. But, unlike a sorority, I activated it again when I was told in December about the the great Christmas shows. Did you see them? Sorry, I can't remember the names. Now that it is January, they are no longer available to look them up....HUMMMM who has the long and short term memory loss now????
Being busy is fun. I find myself getting up from the couch to get a snack instead of hauling them all at once by my recliner. Being too busy to remember to eat them is fun too. Who forgets to eat????
I have decided to walk on a daily bases. We all walk. But I am walking with intention. Let's say that I come downstairs and realize that I didn't lock my bedroom door. That is 13 step up and 13 steps down. The old me would just forget about going up, have a snack and then realize that Hope was in my room terrorizing the drawers, the closet and the vanity. The old me would have another snack after the realization. But the new me sees this as an opportunity. The new me, who walks with intention would stride up the stairs, grab some laundry, vacuum the hall and clean the bathroom before locking the bedroom door. Walking is a good thing!
I joined a facebook page for accountability on my walking. I plan to do 1000 miles in one year. Let's say I do more....YAY ME!
Before I even knew about this group, I set out to get 3.1 miles on the first day of 2019. I did achieve my goal! As I walked a new route, I thought about my dad. He was always picking up money when he would see it on the street. I now call money found, "Penny's from Heaven". I decided that this year, I would put all the money I found in a jar or box and see if I would have 365 cents. If I find more...YAY ME!
On this particular walk, I found a lot of trash. Since New Years Eve was the night before, I was tripping over fireworks debris, beer bottles, mini wine bottles, mini vodka bottles, a bag of weed and a dime. Of course, I felt that the trash situation was horrible. Yes, I did pick up the bag a weed just to confirm my suspicions. But let me tell you what I took home. I took home the dime laying next to the bag of weed. Believe me, my friends had a lot to say about that dime of weed I left on the road. Some even offered me brownie recipes. But there was no way that was going in my pocket, not while I live in Indiana! Did I tell you that I was on a 3 day jury this fall for a Marijuana deal gone bad? I ain't touching that stuff. Let's just say, I don't want to wear a jumpsuit and share a toothbrush with anyone in the state of Indiana! But that dime....it went into my jar.
I'm so happy you read this to the end....I have missed blogging and maybe sometime I will tell you how I really feel!