It’s a blessing to be able to go to the doctor and have my knee taken care of. And to have insurance to pay for it. But the best blessing to have? The husband to watch over me. Waiting for me to wake up. Bringing me pudding and DQ Blizzard. Making me coffee when he can’t stand it. Bringing me ice packs every half hour. Wishing I didn’t have a bum knee. Not because he doesn’t want to do these things for me, but because he doesn’t want to see me in pain, or not able to do the things I love. Or do the things for myself that I don’t want to ask someone else to do.
Add to all of this, the blessing of friends and family who have been sending me wonderful little thoughts and prayers all day.
Thanks everyone.
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