You need ice packs.
You need something brought to you.
You need pain meds.
You need a snuggle.
You need me.
Though she may complain about it I give her lots of credit because she's been a little mother hen, always watching out for me. Hopefully surgery #7 is the one that actually works!
I've also had many other mother hens keeping an eye on me. Some sent flowers, some brought food, some sent texts and e-mails, some cleaned up puke.....all has meant a lot. Brent and Josie have definitely faced the brunt of my neediness (and Mom faced the grossness of my neediness) and have handled it well.
Here's to a less painful and more active life once I'm healed!
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