Recovery.
We should be professionals around here. We should just get up, get going and move on.
But we are human.
We hurt, inside and out.
We get tired, and lonely.
We understand the tired and lonely that others have too – but some days it doesn’t make ours better.
Some days its hard to look at things from someone else’s point of view.
And that’s OK.
Meghan is full of exhaustion and pain and conflicting emotions.
It’s annoying to realize you blew your whole summer at doctors and in surgery.
Thankfully we snuck in that Disney trip.
I can, and I do, take solace from my Facebook friends- the ones I know for real, and the web of Cowden’s survivors I have become intertwined with.
She has a smaller network. Mostly because I don’t think she is capable of realizing the effect she has on the lives of so many others.
Yet, she is my hero. And my rockstar.
I shuffled her around these last few days a lot more than I wanted to. But, she likes to stay close by me when she is hurting.
So yesterday we picked up the car. Apparently the “Magic Wand Guy” (Field tech) ran out of pixie dust. He declared my car “not broken.” Ironic because 2 weeks ago the same shop who held it for 10 days said they couldn’t fix it.
It’s definitely still broken. On to the arbitration with the Better Business Bureau. Just in case someone thought we might rest. No worries. Gloves are on.
She went with Felix and I for our physicals last night.
Then this morning, she went to work with me for a bit, and to pick up some of Daddy’s medical records. (Really WHAT was I thinking staying close to home for a doctor?)
She is tired. But she smiles. And she hugs us. And she asks for pain medicine. And she wiggles her fingers. And she looks at her pool, and the calendar, and she feels the inevitable.
I can’t stop it. No one can.
So we keep busy. We rest. I stay close by. We giggle and make jokes. If I had to “lose” a summer, I couldn’t have lost it with a better young lady!
Recovery.
No worries – WE GOT THIS!
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