I headed back to work last week.
It was interesting.
I think I overdid it.
My belly is definitely keeping me in check these days. To keep my stubborn self grounded couch-side, I’m engaging in my perfect trifecta: Music + Writing + Editing.
I can’t believe that it’s all over. The surgery that’s hung over my head for the last 4+ months is here and gone. I can’t help but marvel at how fast life can go. I almost feel like it was a dream and that has nothing to do with the anesthesia by the way. Over the last three weeks I’ve had some humorous moments that I’ll remember for the rest of my days.
First imagine this: I’m sitting in the hospital bed. It’s about 3 hours after I woke up and in comes the doctor. As I’m trying to comprehend what he is saying about the surgery I notice his cardigan and all else is lost on me. I literally interrupted him and told him how much I loved it.
Doped up, straight out of surgery and contemplating how to get her hands on her doctors navy blue and gray color blocked cashmere cardigan. Who does that??
Inspired and attempting to cover up the bulky oh-so-fashionable hospital issued velcro belly band I’ve been sporting, below is my first attempt at real clothes: Vintage mens cable knit sweater + Mens joggers + Doc Martens 8 eye boots that I’ve owned since I was 23. I had to document the moment so please excuse the blurred edges. I’m not trying to be artsy at all. I was mall walking and ended up in the in the local Kohl’s. You know how that goes…
I also finally got my hands on my old glasses. I turned them in weeks and weeks ago to have my new prescription set into them. Then you know, life happens. The office happened to call when I was laid up to see what had happened to me and when I relayed my tale of woe, the glasses showed up in my mailbox the next day. Totally unexpected and awesome!
Then there is sneezing. Good lord in heaven. I start most of my work days now with prayer. Prayer that runs along the lines of “please please please don’t let me sneeze today”. I’m not and have never been a quiet sneezer so coupling that with a painful yelp/groan isn’t conducive to my co-workers phone conversations.
Laughing? Forget about it! I wonder if I’ll ever laugh without saying “Ow, Stop it.” again………. Which of course makes me laugh harder.
I’ve also had to make sure that I wear loud shoes. Not loud as in pattern or color but loud as in noise. I’ve almost been mowed down numerous times.
My speed could be called “molasses on a cold day”. I’d even wager that if I ended up in the fabled tortoise versus hare race that I’d be lapped…… By the tortoise! Usually a speedy person and always a fast walker, this specifically has been killing me. Walking has been so boring that half the time I expect to look out the window and see that the seasons have changed.
So the loud shoes come in handy because people can hear me coming and adjust accordingly. No-one, especially myself, wants to see me on the ground. Luckily I own numerous pairs of Danskos that are not too tall and have good sturdy clicky heels. I’ve been essentially living in the black mary-janes you see above.
I’ve also been layering up for two reasons. First my body temperature has been neurotic and second, so has the weather. I know it’s a huge trend right now but I’ve been wearing dresses over pants since I was a tiny little girl. This stems from mom not letting me wear my dresses so I’d just put them on over my clothes and then of course being a teenager in the 1990’s. The trick to pulling it off as an adult is proportion. (New post idea lightbulb!) And of course that sweater is a vintage cashmere number that I stole from Brian.
All in all, it’s getting better every day. Normality is on the horizon and honestly, I feel much better.
Unless I laugh.
But laughing is good for the soul and since anyone who knows me knows I love to laugh, I guess I’ll suffer the consequences.