I've spent the last 7 days recovering from surgery. The initial pain medicine that my surgeon gave me made me even more loopy than I already am. There were times when I found myself uncontrollably rubbing my face with my hands. I now have pimples to prove it.

Then I couldn't sleep. I was awake for two nights straight, reading books and magazines and listening to Dr. Adrian Rogers' preaching cds. I must have enjoyed it because my kids told me that I kept saying "AMEN, preach it!" like a good Southern Baptist on painkillers would.

Sometimes it felt that my every muscle in body was relaxed except for my mouth. My husband has said that I talked his ears off. I'm not sure what all we discussed. Handsome Hubby {HH} is kind of quiet, anyway, so he's already used to saying on cue, "That's nice, dear." When I did doze, my dreams were all silly and very strange. I told one of them to my husband, and he promptly said, "I don't think I'd share that with anyone, hon. "

On top of all this, I tried to continue reading aloud to the kids while HH continued other lessons with them. On one hand ALICE IN WONDERLAND might seem appropriate, considering my impaired state. But I've never been so glad to finish a book in all four years we've been homeschooling. At least I didn't try to do math with them! My husband said last night: "Honey, I think if you ever need strong medicine like that again we should request a different kind. " I completely agree!