I’m waiting with some excitement for the first time I can sleep on my side again.

Either side. It doesn’t matter.

Each time I have surgery, there are a lot of stages towards healing: painful, loopy, gross, etc.

But my favorite is when I can finally curl up on my side again. A squishy, cool pillow wrapped in my arms and under my head, facing toward the wall, eyes closed in comfort.

Different sides make all the difference.




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