LOOK at me in a wheelchair!

I slept through the night and when I realized it’s Sunday morning, I had a sudden longing of being at my parents’ home having coffee & koeksisters in my PJs. 

I’ve just been to the bathroom for my morning rituals. If, last week, you told me I’d be sitting naked on a loo weeing while being watched, I would have told you you’re crazy. But as my mum told me last night: “When you’re in pain you really don’t care who sees what.”

My left hand is bandaged because of the drip so I make the best with my right hand. Brushed my teeth, cleansed, toned and moisturized, even did a little wash down of my body. The nurse gave me a fresh gown and I feel more energized than I did yesterday.

As I sat over the sink looking at my reflection, I went from: “Look at me in a wheelchair ☹️” to “LOOK at me in a wheelchair - still keeping up with my hygiene and skincare routine during this time 😀”.

While writing this, two nurses came in and cut the bandage open. My eyes were closed taking deep breaths. 

“Real good!” she said. 

My heart was racing as I lay there, repeating: 

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. 🙏🏼🦋💙