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the best weather to recover in

Hey you,

I'm typing away this evening with rain spattering the roof and windows. It's really cold and I feel so warm, safe and comfy on the sofa, surrounded in pillows and blankets.

I absolutely LOVE this and I'm so thankful I'm recovering from my hysterectomy in weather that I like the best. I'm definitely a winter girl. I love the cosiness of winter and I'm thankful I'm not trying to get better in the heat of an Aussie summer.

I went into the city yesterday to sign up with a new Government job agency. It seems like they have a lot of reception roles coming in every day so I feel excited to be going back into work. I just need to make sure I don't take up any job offers that begin before July 26th as I will be working (woo!) in Dept of Planning until then. I'm looking forward to going back and working on their reception desk again. It was a job I was really happy in and I know it's primarily just answering the phones so I know it won't injure me or put my recovery at risk. It also pays really well so I'm excited for earning some money again.

Going into town yesterday completely wore me out, though. I wasn't able to get up and out of bed until well after lunch today. I've basically just laid on the couch and watched Netflix all day and haven't been able to do anything much around the house. I hate this because I know Alun's been at work all day - and not just any job - one of the most stressful a person can be in - and when he gets home, I won't have done any housework. Alun won't complain (he never does) and he is so sweet and caring but I think that's what makes it so hard to NOT do more while I'm recovering. I love him and I want to help - I just can't.

This is probably the only sucky bit about recovery from surgery, I can't do very much and I so want to do things. I want to see my friends, visit my parents (they are loons) and help Alun around the house.

Alun also found a new thing called "geo caching" where you go around the city/your nearest suburbs looking for treasure :) He downloaded the ap onto his phone and on that day, we found 2 "treasures". They are little (or maybe even big? We have only found 2 so far out of THOUSANDS hidden around the city) containers with lists inside. You solve the clues, find the 'treasure', add your names to the list and put it back for the next person to find. It's exciting unravelling a list that has laid wait for years and years and to look over the happily scribbled names and add our own "Al and Janet" to the list.

It was so fun to find these treasures with Alun. We are both like-minded in that we're big kids. We were both laughing and getting giddy about our first treasure and hugged each other squealing excitedly when we found it. Not only that, but looking for the treasure box had us both looking at our local park in a new way. First of all, we didn't even know we had one! Haha. Then we went and it was so green, pretty and peaceful. We looked up to see two kookaburras (they are quite rare) in the tree shouting at each other and got to see the little stream that runs through the middle of the park. We would have missed this for years on end without having a 'treasure' to go and find.

I need to TREASURE this amazing time of rest God has given me and not ruin it by doing too much. I think I'm stronger than I am and I need to be sensible about this and rest.

I also need to go on a freaking diet!!!

I eat SO MUCH junk food and then take so many naps that the weight is just PILING on.

This is insane.

I plan to get onto a diet for the month of July. Alun is going to do a 'dry July' alongside me so we're both aiming to be happier and healthier. I'm so thankful for a husband I can do things with and that I don't have to face anything alone.

Talk to you tomorrow xx

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