I thought I was doing pretty good. As it turns out, I am not doing nearly as well as I thought.

I've been bored, so when an opportunity presented itself to get out and do something, I leapt at it!

We have been having an ongoing battle with our new mail carrier. The company RV is parked in front of the house, so it requires him to pull in, back away and continue down the street. Our old carrier never had a problem with it. He knows we will move it at our earliest convenience.

So, our mail man (or in this instance our mail storage person) takes our mail back to the post office and holds it.

We were curious about Krl's new passport. It should have been here this week. And I have had a hankering for some jalapeno pimento cheese spread.

Krl told me she would go to the store and to the post office, so I volunteered to go along. I asked her if she wanted to drive and she did (wise move).

Our first stop was the grocery store and about half way through it, I knew I had made a mistake.

I told Krl that never in my wildest dreams did I think this surgery would be worse than last years. I was wrong.

I don't know if it is blood loss or location or what, but I am weak as a whipped puppy.

And hurt. Dang! It seems that my world runs on a four hour cycle, closely in tune with my pain meds.

During tonight, I woke and went to the bathroom. While I was in there I noticed that my swelling seems to be down. I hope so. Maybe this will bring some needed relief.

I know Krl has to be frustrated with her patient. But she is doing a good job. Of course my primary care provider is Miss Maple Syrple. She stays pretty close.

So I have gone the long way around to tell you my convalescing is going to be a slow process.

Have a day!

FATHER, I ask for YOUR gifts of healing.