R&R

As you know I was discharged home and have been being loved and looked after all week. 
The non linear process of recovery is a strange one, never quite the same as the last. 

It was great to have my big sister there on Saturday morning but I wasn't much company and my visitors mainly saw me asleep. 

The pattern of my week has been moving from one not quite comfortable position to another but as the days go by I feel more like myself and finding the different bits of me healing. 

The girls have had a lazy week, I don't blame them after all the pressure and stress of exams. 

BigA is in a limbo with his work - I don't know how he puts up with it all. M less so as she has secured a new job as a waitress at a dumpling place. She's pleased about it. Her first full time job.

But of course the moment of the week was A turning 18. I am now the proud mother of an adult! We did our jump on the bed tradition to do morning presents - I didn't jump - and she was thrilled and moved by the thought and care that went into them. A particularly moving one, M did her a beautiful scrapbook about their friendship. 
We then did pancakes in the garden for a brunch and enjoyed the warmth. BigA did a fab job of getting them all ready to all be able to eat together. 

She's gone off camping to celebrate and we're left home alone. Well, mum's still here so not alone and it's quite nice! 

My week has been good all in all, a few moments of grumpiness as the pain shifted and I have been limited in what I can do, but I have been very well looked after. 
I've been sent and given a lovely range of gifts, some excellently practical, some edible and some beautiful. Lovely cards - that I've swapped out for A's 18th ones now. 

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