It has been nearly three months of fighting the bacteria that was introduced into my body during surgery, but I am pleased to announce that I have finally healed! There are still some tender spots, and the scars are sort of hideous, but it feels good to be healthy again.
Today, I am going swimming for the first time this summer. I was not allowed to submerge my body in water during this ordeal, and I am nearly giddy at the thought of how amazing it will feel. So, as soon as we are finished with the breakfast that is included as part of our hotel stay, the kids and I are hitting the pool.
Another benefit to finally being healthy is that we can once again tag along on hubby’s business trips. He spent weeks in Kathmandu, Tokyo, and Belize — places that I had anticipated going. But if there is anything I learned this summer, it is not to count on my plans. I have adopted the Bible phrase that my grandmother always used, “If the Lord wills.” Or the slightly countrified version, “Good Lawd willin’!”
So, in anticipation of being healthy I stated, “Good Lawd willin’, I will go with hubby on his very next trip.”
And the Lord did will it. I missed Kathmandu, Tokyo and Belize. And there are trips to Brussels and Berlin on his horizon. But the Lord, in his infinite wisdom, willed me to a week in Louisville, Ky.
It’s not that Louisville isn’t a wonderful place, but it’s a whole lot like Indiana. You’d think crossing over that ginormous bridge would make a difference, but it still looks just the same.
It took me longer to pack for the weeklong trip to Kentucky, which is only 2.5 hours from home, than it does to pack for an entire month in Central America. Airlines restrict us to 50 pounds of stuff per person. But road trips are limited only by hubby’s ability to pack the vehicle. Nine times out of ten (or maybe 10 times out of 10), I repack the car so that we can fit in more stuff. Eventually, he will recognize my superior stuff-packing skills and let me do it myself the first time.