The little bouncing bubble is much smaller today. Went to work, got everything caught up with no nausea or fatigue. So I came home and took out my beloved vacuum and started to clean for the first time in two weeks. Now, that might not seem like a big deal, but I have a love affair with vacuuming. My oldest daughter has sworn that when I die, she will have me cremated, sprinkle my ashes over the family room carpet and vacuum me up to honor my memory with my favorite pastime.
Still not driving, have to sleep on my stomach and not lift more than 10 pounds, and refrain from breaking a sweat or elevating my heart rate, but hallelujah, I feel like myself, instead of a middle aged sloth.
Vision still has distortion, but it definitely is reduced. I thank God daily for my quick recovery. After reading online blogs that detailed long, difficult post surgical experiences, I was prepared for the worst.
Tomorrow....walk the neighborhood and clean the shower!
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