Tuesday is my first day back in the saddle of normalcy. I have no idea how I’m doing because I’m writing this the night before while I’m still too tired to finish my seventh episode of Arrested Development Season four (the episodes get better as they go in case anyone gave up after episode one of the reboot).
Up until now, my biggest accomplishment post-op has been getting dressed and standing in my front yard for twenty minutes and get back into bed, which should easily translate into: shower, get dressed, feed cats, feed dog, play with dogs, get kids dressed, feed kids, feed self, walk farther than 30 feet multiple times, stay on top of work deadlines, driving, get kids from school, entertain kids, entertain dog, deal with any kid/pet/home/work/health crises, make dinner, return phone calls, manage stairs, clean house/ kids/self, repeat multiple times and in multiple ways, and finally get back into bed.
It’s not the pain anymore. I’m just so tired. The surgeon went back in after taking out my gallbladder just to make sure there wasn’t anything else odd going on in there with all my symptoms so I don’t know if it was the extra shake shake or what but I’m still exhausted. Y’all who were back at work in three days are amazing. My body is definitely not bouncing back as quickly, but every day I feel better so, while not convenient, I’m more concerned about my emotional willingness to say no and go slow than my body needing extra time to heal.
Meanwhile, I had a great Memorial Day hair day that no one saw so I decide to take a photo, but for about ten seconds I wasn’t sure if my camera was blurry or my eyes were blurry. With these type of insights, tomorrow is sure to be successful!
At least Scott didn’t go to work 12 hours after my surgery like we had originally planned. What? It was only going to be for a half-day and I thought I’d be sleeping. Maybe living at that level of thinking is why my body is still begging for rest.