I am recovering from surgery. Again. Although not all surgical, I counted four general anesthesia/recovery room events in the past year. This time it was the l/2 peach size lipoma that was growing in my right hip. It had to come out so it did last week. The big orange sized one growing in my left hip came out eleven years ago. So glad I have no more hips. I am instructed that I do no strenuous activity for two weeks until the stitches come out. They come out in 6 days. But who's counting?
My time of recovery last week was mostly in the recliner with pillows, pajamas, and frozen peas ice pack. Twenty minutes on and twenty minutes off gets really old and cold but such is life. And did I mention that my nurse, The Husband, has been VERY strict so that I COULD easily become lazy?
This week, though, I have been a bit more active, non-strenuously so. My normal Monday babysitting gig with The Grandbaby was adapted a bit as my mother, The Great Grandmother, came to help with the lifting of the 18 pound 3 ounce grand baby. Yes, she is really growing. Lifting her is strenuous. Walking with her in your arms is more so.
Today I rode with The Girl and The Grandbaby to the store. (I have been chauffeured most of the time that I go anywhere.) Being in a non-strenuous mode gives me a lot of time for really paying attention to things. The Girl had one of The Grandbaby's musical CD's in the player during the drive. Veggie Tales. I haven't heard a lot of them yet but I was finding I like them. Good old Baptist songs like "The Old Gospel Ship" and "Leaning on the Everlasting Arms" were some I enjoyed...sang in Veggie Tail voices which are entertaining in themselves.
Then there on the sound machine was "Give Me Oil in my Lamp". If you deal with children's music at all, it's a familiar one. It's one that I used when I was Children's Choir director...one of my favorites. It goes like this:
Give me oil in my lamp, keep me burning
Give me oil in my lamp, I pray.
Give me oil in my lamp, keep me burning
Keep me burning till the break of day.
Sing hosana, sing hosana, sing hosana to the King of kings.
Sing hosana, sing hosana, sing hosana to the King.
It just makes one want to sing so as I listened to the familiar verse of "give me joy in my heart, keep me praising" and began to sing along, I heard the next verse...."Give me gas in my Ford, keep me truckin' for the Lord" to which I had to chuckle as I sang along. (This is an easy song to catch on.) Immediately after that verse was the best one...."Give me gumption in my umption, help me function....give me umption in my gumption I pray...Give me umption in my gumption, help me function...help me function till the break of day."
Well I bellylaughed (non-strenuously, of course) at that one. It was catchy. Really catchy. Then, the more I thought about it, I realized how I really needed that every single day. Umption in my gumption so I can function. Then I can "sing hosanna to the king of kings!"
Ain't that just the truth? 😁
My time of recovery last week was mostly in the recliner with pillows, pajamas, and frozen peas ice pack. Twenty minutes on and twenty minutes off gets really old and cold but such is life. And did I mention that my nurse, The Husband, has been VERY strict so that I COULD easily become lazy?
This week, though, I have been a bit more active, non-strenuously so. My normal Monday babysitting gig with The Grandbaby was adapted a bit as my mother, The Great Grandmother, came to help with the lifting of the 18 pound 3 ounce grand baby. Yes, she is really growing. Lifting her is strenuous. Walking with her in your arms is more so.
Today I rode with The Girl and The Grandbaby to the store. (I have been chauffeured most of the time that I go anywhere.) Being in a non-strenuous mode gives me a lot of time for really paying attention to things. The Girl had one of The Grandbaby's musical CD's in the player during the drive. Veggie Tales. I haven't heard a lot of them yet but I was finding I like them. Good old Baptist songs like "The Old Gospel Ship" and "Leaning on the Everlasting Arms" were some I enjoyed...sang in Veggie Tail voices which are entertaining in themselves.
Then there on the sound machine was "Give Me Oil in my Lamp". If you deal with children's music at all, it's a familiar one. It's one that I used when I was Children's Choir director...one of my favorites. It goes like this:
Give me oil in my lamp, keep me burning
Give me oil in my lamp, I pray.
Give me oil in my lamp, keep me burning
Keep me burning till the break of day.
Sing hosana, sing hosana, sing hosana to the King of kings.
Sing hosana, sing hosana, sing hosana to the King.
It just makes one want to sing so as I listened to the familiar verse of "give me joy in my heart, keep me praising" and began to sing along, I heard the next verse...."Give me gas in my Ford, keep me truckin' for the Lord" to which I had to chuckle as I sang along. (This is an easy song to catch on.) Immediately after that verse was the best one...."Give me gumption in my umption, help me function....give me umption in my gumption I pray...Give me umption in my gumption, help me function...help me function till the break of day."
Well I bellylaughed (non-strenuously, of course) at that one. It was catchy. Really catchy. Then, the more I thought about it, I realized how I really needed that every single day. Umption in my gumption so I can function. Then I can "sing hosanna to the king of kings!"
Ain't that just the truth? 😁
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