For about 24 hours after my surgery, I rested. Then I told myself, "You've been through worse," and I forced myself to get on with my life. Part of the reason I did so, was because Briefcase has been out of town for the last two weeks. When there's no one else to get things done, you find a way to do them one way or the other.
My energy has been lagging a little, but overall I've done great. (Um, except for the fact that I haven't done any cooking so my son and I have been eating horribly. It's hard to cook with one arm for the first few weeks after surgery.)
Yesterday, however, it was as if a ton of bricks landed in my path. My body just stopped.
I guess the six to seven hours of sleep I've been averaging each night was not enough post-surgery. Either that, or the elevated pain level just zapped my energy.
Pain does that. It has the ability to just suck the life out of you.
Anyway, I slept.
And I missed my son's high school Back to School Night because I slept some more.
(I should feel more guilty about that than I do, but he's in high school, not elementary school, so I'm pretty sure I know the routine by now.)
The whole day made me feel pretty old and decrepit.
I realized I need to take much better care of myself for the next couple weeks so my body will be recovered and strong for the next, much bigger, surgery. Have I mentioned how much I'm dreading it? Ugh!
This weekend I'm going to rest, make sure to eat healthy, get some light exercise (I'm still really sore from the surgery so I won't be taking on anything too strenuous), and feed my soul by spending some time by the ocean.
What are your plans?
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