Today is my last day of work for two weeks. It's a strange feeling - it's not quite the same as leaving on a Maternity Leave because no one really knows why I'm going to be out. I haven't told the guys I work with anything aside from "I'm having some surgery and need to be home for 2 weeks for recovery". They all nod and move on. If they're curious, they aren't asking which is fine by me.
I DID tell the members of our Church Council last night when we were closing in prayer. It's a group I trust. And it felt good to have them pray over me. I'm excited to donate my current wardrobe to the Church Rummage Sale later this summer - how cool would it be to pack up my entire closet and give that money to church?
So now all that's left is to enjoy (?) my CLEAR liquid diet for the next 3 days and try not to catch the Strep Throat that my two youngest have. This is no small feat either - because at age 38 I still manager to get Strep at least once a year and as a mom, you're just in the germs no matter how hard you try to avoid them. My two year old just wants to be held and snuggle...and how can you turn that offer down? His feverish little body laying on me, sweet toddler hair on my cheek. And I picture the germs throwing themselves off his lips and onto my face.
BUT -
What's the worst that happens if I do get sick? My surgery gets bumped. That's all. I've come this far. I know I can do the liquid diet. I have no control over much of this so I'm washing hands often and hoping for the best. Yes, I'd be disappointed but I've been disappointed before. I survived.
Yes, I'm still nervous. Yes, I'm still excited. I just want Monday over with already. Let the healing begin.
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