All the feelings. Wow. I guessed it must be coming after last weekend’s excitement. Through the fog of those 36 hours without sleep and feeling just So. Not. Right. while my heart was in a-fib, I somehow felt surprisingly calm and happy to joke with the nurses and staff. My smart little brain gave me a buffer so I could deal with what was happening at the moment. It let me detach from everything until I got home and started to feel a little better — and then whoosh…ALL the feelings! I’m so grateful Katie and Cina were here for all the crying and the way-after-the-fact anxiety and fear. Those were some VERY good hugs they gave me.  It’s a good thing to feel all the feelings. The contrast makes for such a rich experience of the world. I will say, however, that I don’t MIND long stretches of monotonous joy. 😉

My apparently badass appearance now that the bruise on my forehead is changing colors. Ha!

Sunshine outside my window and time for healing and recovering.

Cina’s silliness! Looking over my shoulder at my appreciation spreadsheet, she pointed out that I went from being grateful for raw asparagus to being grateful for being alive. It’s true. I am glad to be alive. I also still like raw asparagus, though.