When I was at the hospital yesterday my physical therapist said I looked too pale and admonished me for not eating meat because I need protein to heal. She said I should have eggs for breakfast and burgers for lunch and steak for dinner. So, tonight I asked the boy to meet me at our favorite restaurant so that I could get a burger. I got dressed up in my favorite outfit with my prettiest jewlery and felt like myself for the first time since before my surgery. I took a cab and he took the bus right from work and met up with me. I got a burger and it tasted so much better than I thought it was going to. I guess I really needed it. It felt so, so good to get out. The night was absolutely perfect. No humidity, just the gentlest breeze and warm, lovely air and pretty skies at dusk and twilight. We had such a beautiful time, and our waitress was charming, and I feel so much better. The elevator was stuck somewhere so I had to crutch down three flights of stairs, but I managed just fine. I'm getting better. Very much looking forward to my little 4th of July party on Friday. My mom sent me a box full of decorations - garlands with little flags, votive candles shaped like stars all red white and blue, so many pretty things. I'll make my flag cake and strawberry shortcake and stuff tomorrow. The boyfriend is taking Friday off of work to stay home and spend time with me. I can't wait. He amazes me with his warmth and strength and patience and tenderness more and more every day. He is wonderful beyond all my dreams.
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