An update

I saw my surgeon yesterday. She said the wound is healing very, very well! I asked how much longer it will take before it's all over. She said she didn't know. It could take another week, 2 weeks, who knows. So more daily nurse visits, and more do-it-myself adventures.

But I must say I have become a pro at wound packing! It's no big deal anymore. I still dread doing it, but it takes just a few minutes, and no traumatic meltdowns afterward.

I've also been leaving the house more and getting back into life. Now that I can pack the wound myself, I feel more comfortable doing more during the day.

So, I'm much better. Things are looking up. This will still take awhile, but if it means this problem never coming back again.....piece of cake.

I was reading through my last post a minute ago and I can't believe how many spelling and grammar errors there were. That's what happens when you're in shock and high on pain meds I guess. Sorry!

Thanks again everyone, for the prayers and messages. <3

Mama said knock you out.

We are ending a series at church called "Live Like You Were Dying." From what I've heard, it has changed a lot of people at our church. People are realizing that we only have one shot to make the most out of our lives.

I don't know if this has anything to do with the series, but Craig has decided to take up boxing. Ok, I know it has nothing to do with the series (in his mind...he just wants to get paid to show people how manly he is?) but a friend made a good point as I was complaining about this new hobby of his...live like you were dying.  If boxing is something he feels he needs to do, then I guess he should do it. I can't say I'm pleased. In fact, it scares me just a tad. Today he had his first "training session." He knows a former boxer who injured his hand and is now a personal trainer and owns a gym.

Apparently I've been invited to come "train." Not to be a boxer, but to get in shape like one. At first I laughed. But then I thought about it. Even though I'm glad Craig is pretty much healthy, I've always been kind of bummed that I've never had a workout partner. He's never needed to lose weight or get in shape. In fact, he eats for 3 sometimes and still stays thin. It kind of makes me sick. But I digress.

Now he's getting older and wants to lose his now size 34 waist (eyeroll), get some muscles back, and....fight people. I've also always wanted a personal trainer, but could never afford it. Well, here's my opportunity I suppose. I can have a trainer, and a workout partner, and I guess there's an area for kids to watch DVDs while parents workout. It's a class-format, so the doors are locked during the session. It's also just a few minutes away from our church, where we spend a lot of our time, and some of the class times are very near to the times we need to be there anyway.

So really, do I have any valid excuses not to do this? No.

Live like I'm dying. It really really makes sense in this situation. I'll die sooner than I'd like if I don't get healthy.  So watch out, Christy Martin (she was a championship boxer....fo' real). There's a new Christie Martin taking over the femal boxing world! ;-)

Here are some weird facts. Christy Martin is married to Jim Martin, which is also the name of my father-in-law, and I was born on her birthday, June 12th.  I was meant to be a boxer!