Whoo hoo! Those were the words I heard from the doctor yesterday after my procedure. And in case my mind started playing games with me as in 'did I really hear that or did I just want to hear it' - I have it on my discharge papers as well. Typed out. "You do not have to do this again". Thank you, Jesus!
Aw.. it really wasn't that bad, and in taking care of my health, it is one of the preventive things I had to do. I should also eat better as a preventive thing.... and I don't do that too well... but I'm trying to do better. Somewhat. Hold that thought. Speaking of food... I didn't get my pizza yesterday (the nurse told me that wasn't a good idea; hold the spicy for a day or two) and hubby really made me angry. Why? Before I tell you.... let me tell you about this....
This time, the nurse messed up in hitting my vein in my hand for the anesthesia... she blamed it on the needle. It hurt really bad going into the vein and she had to adjust it alot... and I was afraid to look - but I did take a peek and there was blood all over my hand, dripping onto the floor. She cleaned my hand up, taped the needle down, and cleaned up the floor. The anesthesiologist had to readjust the needle as the flow of the anesthesia wasn't getting through. They gave me lynocaine (sp) before they gave a poly drug to knock me out. This morning the spot in my vein where the needle had been is still all puffed up - which is unusual, based on previous experience. As long as my blood keeps flowing I guess it's ok and that it will go down to normal size. I'm partly afraid I might hit it and the weakened spot pop open. It's about the size of a big fat fishing worm, about a 1/2 inch long. Those of you who fish know that size.
Anyway... why was I mad at hubby afterwards? He didn't eat breakfast before we went and he was hangry. He didn't listen to me... in the past we always went to Dennys and got breakfast... I suggested Bisccuits as it was just a couple blocks away. Oh no, he was thinking about Haystacks or Black Bear. So he drove on by Biscuits and went to Black Bear. In my mind, I'm not hungry, I just want to go home and sleep and eat later. So we go to Black Bear and it is full - with lots of people waiting in the lobby. I told him I was not going to wait. So then he wanted to go to Mimi's.... by this time I'm frustrated for I just want to be sitting down and quiet and still.... afterall I am still 'recovering', right? I didn't want to go to Mimi's. It was like he wasn't even listening to me. I didn't want to be waited on at a restaurant; I wanted to go home. I finally suggested we go to Einstein's - he likes their bagel sandwiches, and we both enjoy their coffee. Grumbling, he finally went to Einsteins when I made it clear I did not want to go to Mimi's either. So we went there, ate, and I finally got to go home and I went to bed and slept for two hours. But I was angry at him for he wouldn't listen ... all he could think about was getting something to eat. I didn't want food; I wanted rest.
The rest of the day was fairly quiet... and of course we had to watch movies last night. He slept through part of the second one. One positive, I finished a baby blanket I had started the other day, plus I finished an afghan I had been working on. I crochet when the TV is on. Win-win, right?
Which reminds me, one of my granddaughters surprised me with a gift yesterday and I just love it! I love the surprises that are 'just because I love you'. She crochet'd for me four coasters in a 'bowl' - but the coasters are in the shape of daisies! My favorite flowers! She crochet'd them for me - and I absolutely love them. I asked her to make some of sunflowers as a gift. I can't wait to see them - she sent me a photo of one she did last night. LOL she offered to teach me how to make them - but I know I can't do them justice. I know that two of my granddaughters are so talented with crafts and I am so proud of both of them.
Which reminds me, my other 'crafty' granddaughter sent me a photo last week - she was doing the creative memory scrapbooks with her mother in law, and sent me a photo of the fold-up she had made of her daughter and I baking cookies last year. Or was it the year before. It was such a special surprise to receive that memory.
2 Peter 1:13 (NIV): "I think it is right that I refresh your memory as long as I live in the tent of this body."
I pray that I am often reminded of memories with my loved ones, as well as of the goodness of God. Sometimes we get so caught up in life that we forget how loved we are. We get buried in ourselves and forget that we have a choice to make memories, or to forget them.
I want to remember the memories, the good times. The special things. I want the things I did with the grandchidlren years ago, to be remembered and that they know how loved and cherished they are in my heart. I know I was a much better grandma than I was a mom... that's why it is so important that each one of us be a person that our children or grandchildren can look up to. Do we want our children and grandchildren to imitate us? There is a lot that I don't want my chidlren and grandchildren to remember, but I do hope they remember the good things, especially how dearly they are loved by me.
Refresh your memory... think about the good times, and rejoice in that memory. Most of all, pass that memory on; write it down so that it will live. Let it encourage not only yourself, but those you love.
Blessings!
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