*DH is recuperating nicely. Who knew a new hip could be put into a man in less than two hours.
*Who knew they'd release said man so early from the hospital?
Confession: I am not a nurse for a reason, but I try.
*I have applied my own scalpel to my MS
*cutting is such sweet sorrow
Confession: I'm not an editor for a reason, but I persist.
*I have neat statistics thanks to my CP. I know exactly how many words I have cut.
*I know how many words I've written since January 1, 2010.
Confession: I have cut half as many words as I have written :(
*Woot, I am edging close to 60,000 words!
*Boohoo, I know I will be cutting more!
Confession: surgery recovery sucks (real -- ask DH --and imagined)
So all is well in my little world. I am working despite my DH's surgery and recovery. I am an adequate nurse and an adequate writer. I hope to improve in all areas.
Best of all, I see where I am going in both jobs. The end is in sight. Just as my DH's mobility improves every day that he gets up and clomps around the house with his walker, so does my writing. Every day that I pull out my writing cane and work, my writing does improve.