AFTER MY EVENING SHOWER, I was worn completely out. Shampooed my hair, combed it out and curling it. One day I hope I can shower and be refreshed ready to take the world on. That won't be this week.
I took a NAP this afternoon and worked on paperwork off and on during the day. I have some small boxes that I can haul over to the COTTAGE later.
I wonder if others get restless when recovering from surgery or an injury? I am trying to be a good patient, but hey. I can see where one gets antsy and wants to be on the go instead of having to sit allowing the body to heal. I am coming to a whole new understanding what GRUMPY is.
Everyone can be pushed to a limit. With all the health issues and recovering from surgery, I found myself wanting to cry because I was flustered by using a cell phone where the screen kept going black when I needed to push a button for a business reply. USUALLY, not a big deal, but I am over tired and it seems like the tiniest thing causes issues. Should I cry or should I sing? Maybe there's a scream in there somewhere. Pulling hair does not count. The sound of my voice might cause me to cry.
The fatigue from surgery, the physical exhaustion of being 68 and having gone through a radical hysterectomy, the necessity to sit instead of work while needing to be packing for our move...got to me when the phone screen went black. A bug flew into the side of my head and I let out a scream. What next? Comical on most days.
I am not myself. I seem agitated and have a short fuse. Stomach cramps do not help make the world a better place so in order to be a GOOD PATIENT I need to be asleep dreaming about delightful things.
Covering up with a plush blanket while resting in my brown suede recliner with my feet up sounds pretty good to me. Lights out. Yes, I can be a GOOD PATIENT after all.
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