I’ve been reading Cheryl’s archives and I feel pretty blessed because my gallbladder struggles have been *NOTHING* compared to hers. I’m doing pretty well already — I made it to church this morning (albeit doped on Toradol) and I walked 2.5 miles today in 90F heat without too much of a problem. (Note to self: TAKE MORE WATER ALONG.) Yes… I am a masochist and I know it’s only been 3 days since surgery. Yes, the instructions to rest and take it easy were wasted on me.

I’m amazed at all of this because I was so at peace with the surgery — there were parts that I really wasn’t thrilled about (the injection in my stomach for example) but for the most part, it was really easy surgery to have. This is pretty amazing because I am one of the biggest worriers in the world. (Those who know me in real life can attest to this.) Two of the three weeks before surgery were problem-free for the most part and I’ve been able to resume physical activity really fast.

God is good.