Fall Harvest Moon
The pain from the operation has mostly dissipated. Now I have to pay attention and not lift 30 pounds for a month. Sounds easy, but most lifting for me is automatic. See it. Do it. Like last night. A bag filled with 8 jars of canned produce, several apples, some raspberries, tomatoes and a green pepper. Just yanked up the Katy made bag, put it in the truck and took it out at the destination.
Then, at home, later. Oops. Sure hope I don’t have to go through this all again because I’m not paying attention.
Still experiencing a bit of the wuzzies, but that’s much improved with reduced and, as of today, no use of the vicodin. Which I really like. This addictive personality I have likes to flex its muscle every now and again.
