Dear Faithful Brown Baggers
I'm back.
For a few hours a day, I've been trying to write new posts. Though my thoughts aren't always coherent, I'm writing. I'm writing again.
Such that I am far from a true writer, coming up with something even remotely entertaining can be quite daunting. At first, the blank and empty white space is paralyzing. For just this short note, I think I've started it 3 times already. (Nurse Susan R, if you are out there, please help me.)
Randomly, people tell me that they know I am recovering through my facebook and twitter activity. Faceless readers whisper that they are reading my entries. But still, I'm rusty at this.
During the two to three weeks of recovery, there were days in which I couldn't get out of bed(because I'm addicted to my pinterest). My body had adapted to sleeping and resting. The first few days back, I could hardly keep my eyes open. At night, the pain killers would send me strange dreams. If it weren't for all the emails piling up, I would not feel any connection to people and things.
In a way, email kept me informed.
Thankfully, my husband and my assistants kept my spirits up and motivated me to return.
Having a small business forced me to get going and get going fast. I recall that 6 short days after surgery, I had to go pick up flowers in the morning. It was a double header weekend. Though I wasn't suppose to drive, reality hit. The business had to continue. Life happened.
Thank you to all for your kind words, prayers, and in general, good thoughts. This might sound corner, but I feel supported and never alone.
Never alone.
ps: Thank you to all the great nurses and doctors as Kaiser San Rafael, especially Dr Ryan Hutfless aka Dr Hotstuff, my anesthesiologist and 2011 groom-client.





























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