I’m happy to report that my surgery and recovery are going better than expected.
Oddly, after surgery, I’ve been dealing with a chronic case of the hiccups. They have been going on and off for three or four days now. You may remember I’ve had this issue before, but without surgery. Sure, it sounds funny, but after a while, the diaphragm gets really sore and it’s not a laughing matter.
I was told my surgeon was very open about praying with his patients when asked. So, I asked, and he said one of the nicest and sincerest prayers I’ve heard.
For some reason, I like to weigh myself before and after surgery at home before I leave for the hospital. This time, I gained an extra eight pounds. I guess that’s from the hardware installed in me as well as the IV. It really can’t be food or water since I hadn’t had much.
Most of my life, I’ve been hesitant about anyone helping me with anything, much less asking for help. But Keith 1.5 (who’s trying to upgrade to Keith 2.0) is becoming more accepting of help (and taking the advice of U2). I found that I’ve been denying friends and loved ones an opportunity to serve and an opportunity to bring joy to their lives. It’s been great having an old friend drive me to and from surgery and witness my church’s small group (full of retired people who are just waiting and wanting to serve) deliver food.
I pushed myself the day after the surgery by driving BoyGeeding to his soccer game. Furthermore, I drove to DaughterGeeding’s softball game a half-hour away.