Every Day is Better

Yesterday was my husband’s birthday and I have *always* made him a carrot cake. Because we didn’t have the necessary ingredients at home and I wanted to surprise him, I made sure to stop taking all narcotic pain meds on Monday so I’d be able to drive to the store yesterday to get what I needed.

The doctor had warned me to continue to wear my sling when in public to protect myself and let others know to give me a wide berth. Have you ever tried to push a shopping cart with one hand? I ended up pulling the cart behind me and nearly ran into someone at the end of every aisle. But I did manage to get everything I needed (plus some). The hardest part was putting it all away one piece at a time because I can’t lift more than 2 lbs with my left hand.

The cake came out fine. The hardest parts were stirring the thick batter while trying not to exert my left arm and pouring the batter into the cake pans.

David's birthday cake

I’m not ashamed to say that the process wore me out and I took a nap for nearly two hours when I was done. Fortunately, I didn’t have to cook dinner because a group of friends from Texas (some of whom I’ve never met) set up an account for me at a place in town (the organicdish.com) that prepares organic meals to people who need a little help, such as those of us who have had accidents, deaths or births in the family, or just have trouble eating healthy meals. Last night we had Moroccan Chickpea and Chicken Chli with Couscous. It was delicious!

The Organic Dish

I sure hope that there are similar companies throughout the states, because I am certainly going do something similar next time one of my friends has a crisis. I can’t tell you how comforting it’s been to know that we didn’t have to think about meals when it was a struggle to jet through each day.

And on an even happier note, my incision is healing well. Here’s a selfie I took today — just 3 days after the staples were removed and 14 days after surgery.

scar Feb 20 (2 weeks)

If I keep rubbing the area around the incision, I should be able to break up the scar tissue and end up with only a faint line. Still, I don’t think I’ll be entering any beauty pageants.