Busted. For being sweet and nice. (See prior post.)
I bought a thank you gift for my surgeon. (The young woman who looks about 18 years old – and who laughed when I told her post-op that I wanted to adopt her.)
Hey, I’m alive and healthy, right? She did a great job. A little show of appreciation seemed entirely appropriate.
I saw her last week. And while I’d already passed the official recovery date and knew I felt good, it was great having my recovery confirmed by the doctor. (She kind of has more expertise in the matter.)
So now I have the go-ahead to resume a normal life.
(Whatever that may be…)
Beth’s orders (not the doctor’s):
Take five seconds to be thankful for your health. It may not be absolutely ship-shape, but if you’re functioning at your usual “normal” capacity - be grateful.
P.S. I’m saving my inner evil urgings for another day.