I don't like hospitals. The miasma of overcooked food and sickness hangs in the halls like fog, and everything you touch makes you want to run to the nearest sink and scrub your hands. We spent a lot of time in our local hospital this week because my husband had knee surgery. Knee surgery is pretty routine, but it's still a bit nerve-wracking to get medical care overseas and not understand one hundred percent what is going on.
The kindest, funniest nurse making us laugh at 6am the day of surgery
2 days after knee surgery
That concern aside, it was as pleasant as any hospital stay can be. We are grateful to have had such caring nurses and therapists, who were patient with us, who understood our mix of English/German and the universal language of charades, who cracked jokes at the mesh undergarment he had to wear, and who warned him of the pain he'd feel when they removed the drains. They all seemed to have that special quality that brightens a room and leaves people feeling uplifted.
I'm feeling gratitude for the well wishes, support and visits we've received from people near and far, and for this whole experience, which seems unpleasant on the outside, but is a blessing in its own way, as it's delivered lessons in letting go and being vulnerable.
I'm taking a break from posting a Friday video - as you can see, I just couldn't get to it this week, but I'm hoping to make up for it next week. Please sign up for the YogaByCandace Newsletter - it goes out once a week and this weekend I've got something special just for subscribers.
Hope you have a restful weekend. xo