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Posted by Claudia Moser
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1:43 PM
Today I realised how lucky I am - I am healthy, I have two hands, I can run, I can breathe. And all of this because starting today 12 o'clock my right hand is at sleep due to an operation at my middle finger. I had a strange development on my finger, very painful when touched, and I decided to remove it. The operation was full of pain, I felt the movements of the knife, quite an unreal feelĂng. After it I have a hand which I can move but not use. And an amazing feeling of gratefulness. I am happy to be alive, the pain will go away and then again I will be able to type fast (this post took so far 7 minutes, quite unusual for me) and to move around cleaning every spot. Peter was with me, so good to rely on the loved one, to know that if you feel a bit woozy he will be there. And now at home, watching election results and day dreaming :) Yes life is good!
3 Comments
7:29 AM
Your blog keeps getting better and better! Your older articles are not as good as newer ones you have a lot more creativity and originality now keep it up!
It's amazing how negative things such as operations can turn out to be blessings. Not often do we realize what we have until we don't have it anymore. Great post.
It is nice to see that you are as happy as you can get. Not so many people actually appreciate live the way you have.
I just started a blog and have been very happy as well since I can earn decently and easily.
Hope you start blogging again soon.
Regards,
Helen
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