Musings On Being Bedridden

After today I will never mention my hip replacement again(hopefully). It's the beginning of Day 6, Post-Op and, as we used to say in the early 70's, "the first day of the rest of my life"! All in all, the entire healing process hasn't been too bad. I can cook my own breakfast, make that wonderful, aromatic cup of French Roast in the morning and even walk without help from the Boss. Speaking of " The Boss", she wins an award for cheerfully doing the nasty stuff without complaint but I don't want to go down this road. I have only one regret about the surgery and its aftermath: I thought it'd be a lot more fun.