Glad to report I’m doing much better after my surgery, healing well and taking it easy. My friends, on the other hand, have had way too much fun this week, sharpening their wit at my expense. “Hey, Frankie,” seems to be my new name, or, “need a couple of bolts?” Yep, lovely aren’t they? Even my boyfriend’s gotten in on the action. I’d probably call him the ringleader, but I let him off because he’s cooked and cleaned and done everything for me all week. I guess he needs an outlet.
One of my banking buddies thought this was funny: “Well, we do work in a cut-throat business, after all.” Actually, I thought it was pretty funny, too, but anxious not to encourage the cruel bully, I tried not to show it.
Truth is, humor is healing. It lightens the mood. I’ve had a good laugh. Better than medicine. While I took it easy, I read plenty (yep, I had my Kindle with me in the hospital).
Currently, I’m reading “Blood of my Brother” by James Lepore. Good so far, but not far enough in yet to comment. I’m also working my way through Jesus Calling, by Sarah Young; a book of daily devotions, bought for me by one of my kind colleagues while I waited my biopsy and pathology results (benign, YAY). This book is a fantastic way to find peace and calm and lose sight of your fear.
All-in-all, it’s been a great week. Hope yours has been terrific, too.