I'm thankful for the kind, sweet encouragement I received the evening before my surgery. I went into this a little anxious as many do. All went well. It felt like an assembly line of sorts from the time I put the hospital gown on in prep of surgery, until recovery. All was so methodical, by design I'm assuming, not allowing much time for contemplation. I had to laugh hours later as it felt like I was whisked away somewhere by a little group of elves who quickly dismantled and put me back together. Seeing my scar for the first time without visually witnessing how it came to be was a tad emotional for me. My recovery has been decent thus far. My husband a saint. I think we both underestimated the role he'd play in my recovery. In lieu of Coumadin my surgeon recommended aspirin 2 x daily along with the use of compression stockings 20 hrs out of every 24. Also inflatable cuffs to be strapped around calves whenever I'm sitting, lying, sleeping....which has been the majority of each day since it's only Day Three. This is the only part that has me feeling a bit trapped and quite dependent. But on the plus side, as I become more active I'll sit, lie and sleep less and these can just collect a little dust in the corner until I get the surgeons okay to return them. Just thankful for Bone Smart and the kindness of those who share, encourage, pray and show love so freely to people they've never met. It's a blessing! I hope you all enjoy the weekend.