It’s hard to catch your breath after having the wind knocked out of you, as my boy experienced recently when one of his favorite swinging ropes broke. It hurt, but could’ve been much worse. He’d been warned it was a matter of time, and though he learned a valuable lesson, he’s still swinging from other strategically placed ropes around the farm. In a way, I feel the wind has been knocked out of me, too, and catching my breath after surgery has been harder than I expected. I decided; because it has been almost a week since the procedure to fuse three vertebrae in my neck (etc.), and since I’m strong and determined, I was going to get up with the family and help them get off to school (instead of laying in bed while Mr. Blackburn took care of business, like he’s been doing with faithful diligence through all of this). In the process of my attempt to ready a simply breakfast, however, I made a terrible mess in the kitchen and ended up in tears, feeling very sorry for myself. I realized ju...
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