townhouse Thursday

I'm here in townhouse for the day. It is light here and it is good to be here with my own things around me. I've got a sick day today. Yesterday she said I did great. I didn't do anything except take directions and pray. Prayed for courage for myself and for my gorgeous doc--I'm not gay but she is so beautiful, personalble and she's a doc! So many signs that I was in my God's Hands. It was so cool how thay let evryoone have a visitor until its time to go in for the surgery. Less anxiety than being alone. My RN was so sweet. All of 'em were so nice to me. Then all of a sudden I am waking up and they are telling me I did great. Well I didn't run out or fight 'em so maybe I did great.

Now this may be a real surprise--or not! but I did a bit too much this morning. Felt sooo good that the surgery is behind me. And I feel good physically too. So I puttered. Puttering was ok, fetching, carrying and moving things back to here was too much.

But whenever I wanted to sit down there was just one more thing to do and I'll sit down at the townhouse. I'm finally sitting down. And feeling nauseous. Guess I'll keep sitting. Oh its so good to be home at my puter. With time to visit my fave bloggers....