On December 3rd I had surgery on both my hands (bilateral carpel tunnel on both hands with additionsl repair on my left hand). A few days later, Mr. Thompson was put into the hospital with pneumonia. So imagine me, crippled and not able to bath or care for myself in the most basic ways...without my nurse.
Simply put, it was a tough month with a lot of humorous moments along the way. Glad we can laugh about it now.
The best part was being off work 4 weeks through the holidays. Although I would never, never, never advise anyone to operate on BOTH hands at the same time (ever!), I will say that if you are going to be decommissioned for a prolonged period of time...do it in December.
Nothing better than laying under a Christmas tree for a month. (with Percocet and absolutely no expectations!)
I didn't step foot in a store once. It was beyond awesome! We focused on other things this year and it was honestly, my best Chrsitmas season.
I'm not supposed to go back to work until January 5th but I'm going to give it a good ol' Thompson Try tomorrow. Almost 4-weeks away has been a very big deal for me...but one I could truthfully get used to for a lifetime. The take-away is that I'd quit my job in a heartbeat if I could. Too bad we need the money so I can't take off another week as advised...but I can't complain. I'm really grateful for the recovery time I've had.
And drugs. Definitely grateful for the prescription drugs.
That said, Christmas Day was a little tough this year. After a lot of extended family time, we woke up at 10:30am on Christmas morning, just the two if us. No plans. No timeline. No expectations....
No children's laughter.
My first feeling was an overwhelming sense of grief and the thought of how amazing it would be with an excited six year-old. We should have been woken up early to Colton's delight, but we weren't. So I bawled my ever-loving eyes out, as unexpected waves of grief hit me. Poor Mr. Thompson didn't know what to do except hold on.
So let's just say there was a lot of cuddle time on Christmas. it got better throughout the day...but it was still there.
Grief is funny like that.
On Saturday the 27th we picked up Lil' A, my bonus daughter, so it will be fun to have a teenager's laughter back into the house for New Years.
I look forward to it.