Tiptoes in quietly, to see if anyone else is around...

I’m still here.  I’m not getting much else done other than healing and home schooling right now, but I’m here.  Caleb and Mickael are being amazingly helpful to me, all I have to do is ask.  I’m not allowed to lift anything 20 pounds or more for six weeks, so I really need their arms to do the heavy lifting!

I think about knitting, but when I actually have a chance to knit, I usually end up sitting like a potato. (Not an interesting potato either, like spicy, curly fries; no, I’m a boring potato right now - school lunch tater tots kind of boring.  Do they even do tater tots in school lunches anymore or is it just carrot sticks?)  I’m also napping every afternoon and I know that’s helping me to heal, but I feel like a four year old.

Logan is still sticking to me like glue, but he’s stopped waking up every 30 minutes or so to check that I’m still here (he did that when I first got home from the hospital).  Max continues to be drawn magnetically to my incision and tries to stand on it.  I think he knows he’s not really supposed to stand on me right now, but he thinks he can help me feel better by either standing on me or jumping back and forth from one side to the other, clearing my incision area but making me very, very nervous.  I suppose there’s a reason most cats don’t go into medicine.

I can see signs that the healing is happening, I’m just impatient with the pace it’s taking and with how much of my energy it’s using in the process.  On the other hand, I know logically that I need to let my body heal at its own pace or it will take longer.  I know that at some point I will feel like knitting again instead of falling asleep, I just need to be patient.