This is what my yesterday looked like. It wasn’t what I’d call fun but I slept for over 16 of the last 24 hours. Archie did what he could to help the healing process. Not.
Complete and total disregard for personal space. Big thanks to N for letting this happen and even capturing a photo of it. Nothing says helpful to healing like a 50lb. dog walking all over you.
In truth, I am grateful to have had my love by my side the entire time. This guy held my hand for a total of at least 5 hours yesterday, kept my family updated on how I was doing, and even got my favorite pizza for dinner without me even asking.
Throughout this process I’ve tried to decide what to keep private and what to share. While I’ve decided to keep mostly quiet about this, I can assure you that it wasn’t elective and you won’t see me whippin out some double D’s or a brand new nose. But did get me thinking about a larger fear.