Good morning and thank you for joining me for this lovely chat on this Sunday.

Before you accuse me of forgetting our Saturday appointment, I will tell you I didn’t forget. I was watching back-to-back episodes of Globe Trekker with my mom on Friday night because I like the travel aspect of the show while my mom likes the history.

I went to bed very late on Friday and couldn’t wake up on Saturday. Not even the sweet smell of coffee could’ve gotten me out of bed. Luckily, knowing this would happen, I scheduled a pre-written post for Saturday instead.

Okay, now that explanation’s over, I can breathe for a moment while you and I can get ourselves situated with a drink. What would you like? Hot cocoa, tea, coffee, you can tell I don’t know many hot beverages.

Anyway, if we were having hot drinks of our choice, I would tell you I had my carpal tunnel release surgery this past Monday. It was a long awaited surgery. I’ve been suffering from moderate to severe carpal tunnel since last year and I didn’t find out there’s an option to do a surgery until this year. Even then, I was debating on whether I should do it.

You see, I have a strong dislike for needles and things that will produce scars like scalpel and stitches.

Before I was wheeled into the operating room this past Monday, I was struck twice with a needle. Twice!!! ✌One on the back of my left hand (surgery hand) and one on my right arm.

I was on the operating table for what felt like an eternity but it was only 20 minutes. I kept track of time – went in at 8:45 and came back at 9:05. I was awake almost the entire time, only fell asleep for a few minutes before waking up to a blue sheet.

Really, the anesthesiologist took my request seriously? Before I went in, I told the anesthesiologist I had no interest of watching my wrist getting slice open. Really, that’s what I get? I rolled my eyes and just lie there, listening to the hissing as the machine fed me oxygen through the tube in my nose.

The first few days were the toughest. I could barely lift anything. I needed assistance to get dressed and do my hair and let’s not mention driving. I mean I can drive, just one-handed and sometimes, that’s not as easy as it seems.

Today is the sixth day after the surgery and I’m doing better. I can type, I can get dressed, I can do most of the things I normally do, well, the hair I still help because of the pain in my palm. My stitches will come out this Thursday, so I hope after that, everything will improve.

If we were having hot beverages of our choice, I would tell you I have no desire of talking about work today. Work has been work. I’ve survived worse weeks and this week’s been kinda relaxing.

I would tell you though, I think Mr. COO is still pissed from what happened two weeks ago. I walked into the office the day after my surgery to find a stack of invoices on my desk, waiting to be entered into the computer, some were from late August and early September. Same thing again the following day. Un-be-liev-able.

I think he saw my surgery as an opening to torture me. 😒

Lastly, if we were having hot beverages of our choice, I would thank you for joining me on a Sunday and hopefully, next week, I’ll be on time. Before you go however, I’d like to show you pictures of the amazing rainbow I encountered this past week as I was heading to the hospital to get my bandages removed.

Click to zoom into the images.

A-storm-is-about-to-happen rainbow