On Monday, I underwent surgery a hernia. It took less than an hour, and I was home by the middle of the day. Full recovery will take some time—I won’t be able to lift more than ten pounds for six weeks. But I’m already recovered enough that I can resume posting my blog most days.
My first day of recovery was a breeze. My daughter and her husband took care of me. All I had to do was sit around, read, and sleep. The second day was a little less easy. I found that sitting down, standing up, and bending over caused mild pain. Nevertheless, I was able get down to my office on the lowest floor of my split level and resume work at my desk. I won’t be able to drive for the rest of the week, but friends have volunteered to take me to meetings I need to attend.
Looks like I’ll be fine in short order. I’ll be back to work—writing—within a day or two. The experience made me rethink my outlook on life, recognize that I am mortal, and thank God that I am so healthy. Life is short. Death awaits all of us. We need to treasure the hours left to us and make the most of them.