Friday, January 21, 2011
Yesterday was such a good day........ I was on a high higher than high..... It was over.... I was alive... I was home....
It felt so good to be on my sofa....... drinking my juice.... drinking my coffee... taking my advil .... moving around the house.. using my toilet without having to worry about pulling/pushing the IV pole around with me... without having the cast of characters wandering in and out of my space talking to me making noise.... I was home.. It was quiet... It was over.
I felt so good that I busied myself around the house.. I talked on the phone to my kids..I checked in at work (via the phone) and called Human Resources to get put on short term sick leave.... I even took a shower and washed my hair. I know it doesn't sound like a lot ....... but I guess it was a lot for only 36 hours out of surgery.
Today is not such a good day. I am weepy. I don't want to do anything. I am weak. My belly hurts, My head hurts, (mind you I only just took my first advil of the day)
Tomorrow I am sure will be a better day.
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