I’m blaming it on the makers of mascara. If only they could have figured out how to add some steel reinforcement to their formula I would not be in this time-out. I have spent the last year trying every kind of mascara made and none of them proved strong enough to hold up my eyelids. I layered it on thick with every sort of bristled wand imaginable, let it dry and then layered it on again, but eventually the lids got the best of me. My forehead developed muscles the size of my biceps while straining to keep those fat lids from drooping. If I wanted a clear picture of things, my eyebrows got a workout.
So, I’m on Day 12 of my brow lift (and a few other perk procedures). Considering what I looked like on Day 2, I’m feeling pretty good about things. There is still some swelling I could do without, but that will go away soon enough. I have a full view of the world and don’t have to raise a brow. My staples and stitches came out yesterday, so I raced home to give my hair a good washing and fixing. Ahhh! The simple pleasures of life!
Some people don’t like to share these kinds of things and that’s okay, but I decided to go ahead and tell you because I’ve learned a lot from this.
1. I’m going to try to stop making excuses for not phoning people who are stuck at home. A person can only watch so much TV before their brain begins to petrify.
2. I’ve learned to appreciate the little things, like clean hair, brisk walks at the farm, sleeping all curled up next to my husband, chasing my grandchildren, lunch with my friend and cooking.
3. I’ve learned I have the best husband, children and mama a girl could want. They went way beyond the call of duty these past 12 days. Ron is a great nurse. Who knew?! My daughter, Jennifer, REALLY knows how to cook. My son, Jarrod, still calls me good lookin’. (Yes, he’s a charmer.) And Mama is still a good mama. She makes it all better.
4. I know everything God has taught me about healthy living these last five years has paid off. My bruising and swelling were minimal and my healing has been ahead of the curve. I’m also glad I waited to meet Dr. Tuesday Bigelow before I made my final decision about surgery. Her female perspective saved the day.
5. But, best of all, I’ve learned my time with God makes all the difference. He fuels me when I’m empty, calms me when I’m scared, sings to me when I’m alone and holds me just because He can.
So, I’ll be out of time-out soon and I will look a little different, but I’ll be able to see all of you clearly and I’ll have a smile on my face.
Enjoy today. Maybe you could take a little time out to walk outside, look up at the sky and twirl with your arms open wide. Don’t forget to smile back at God.