I’ve spent 99.9% of the last 48 hours in bed. Why? I had foot reconstruction surgery on Thursday and have been laying around ever since.
It might be TMI, but, dear Slicers, I know we’re going to get close during the month of March so I feel like I can share this with you. I wasn’t allowed to shower until my nerve block ran out and could be removed. Once it was out at 4:15 p.m., I showered immediately.
Before I showered, I requested help from my family. I needed the bed linens changed since there was no way I was crawling back onto the same sheets after living in it, unshowered, for two days. They were happy to oblige.
Once I was settled and out of the shower, the bed needed all of its pillows back. As soon as Ari heard the word pillows he began to mispronounce it in his cute toddler voice.
“Puhl-ohs!” he said over and over again.
“Do you want to help put the pillowcases on?”
He nodded and made his way over to the bed to “help.” I’m not sure how much help he was with the pillowcases.
By the time I returned to my bedroom, I noticed the duvet cover was rumpled (probably by him) and the throw pillows hadn’t made it onto the bed.
“Can you help me put the blue and white throw pillows on the bed?”
One-by-one, Ari tossed the throw pillows onto the bed. Granted, all of them were at the foot of my husband’s side of the bed, but at least they were where I could grab one. And it’s a good thing, because I require a lot of pillows nowadays. When I sit up in bed, I have my king-size pillow on the bottom, then a king-size sham, and two throw pillows on top to support my neck. Under my knees is an 8” post-surgery elevating leg rest, which makes it hard for me to type on my iPad. (Maybe that’s a sign that I should be doing nothing more than watching TV right now.) Alas, once I got cozy in bed, Ari declared “Too many puhl-ohs!”
He’s right. There are too many pillows here for someone living a normal life. But I’m going to be in bed for the next six weeks so I think I have just the right amount of puhl-ohs surrounding me.