Clarissa's Blog

Today I recovered from the surgery. It’s exactly 6 weeks, and the recovery was kind of instantaneous. I woke up and suddenly felt exactly like I did the day before I started having my health problems.

And then I ate a slice of pizza, not even because I wanted it but to compensate for Klara’s loud “what is this, mommy? What is everybody eating?” at the birthday party. So I had to take one for the cause of making immigrants more acceptable, which was not the best idea given the kind of surgery I had.

Still, I’m back and I feel normal. Normal is wonderful.