Today, I arrived at the hospital at 7:15 am, and after a visit from my friends Josh and Aaron, I went back for surgery at 9:30. Surgery lasted for an hour and a half. While I was in recovery, the surgeon came by to let me know that the herniation had been very large. (I’m not exactly sure why I find this particular information so encouraging, but it makes me feel tougher for some reason.)
By about 4:30, I left the hospital and arrived home. Then, I rested for about two-and-half hours in my bed.
Currently, I feel like someone hit me with a baseball bat multiple times in my back, crushing my spine. But for whatever reason, I haven’t taken any pain medication yet.
They told me that walking would help, so I’m interspersing my delicious vegetable soup dinner from friends Jeremy and Francis, with forcing myself to walk laps around our staircase in between bites. There’s a chance this might be the most pain I’ve ever felt in my entire life, so, I’m shuffling around in circles, feeling progressively less like passing out, Good times.
To all my friends who’ve lifted me up in prayer and encouraged me through this week and this day, I’m especially grateful. Thank you for loving me.