And thank goodness for that.
I have been pretty even-keeled for most of this healing process, but my limits have been getting tested with surgery- and non-surgery-related things.
A dear and lifelong friend passed away last week. I spent Friday evening standing in line for two hours at the viewing to hug his widow, daughter, and granddaughter. (Prayers for them would be appreciated).
My sister and her live-in boyfriend broke up.
A family member, who is very elderly and has terrible dementia, fell and broke his hip, requiring major surgery and more than a week's stay in the ICU.
More minor things include my parents being out of the country for all of the above events, my office still not calling me to say that they received clearance from Dr. R for me to at least check my work email from home, and one of my incisions starting to sting and ache like the dickens. That last one has me worried, as it's the biggest incision from my first surgery, and there's a lump next to it, and I really really don't want to have a hernia, but I didn't want to call the doctor yesterday. It just felt like one thing too much to deal with. I've been getting angry, too, about how we don't have babies, and all my pregnant friends are just about ready to pop. It's been a while since I've been truly angry about our childlessness, so I can tell that it's probably just the stress getting to me.
Husband is going on a work trip for the rest of this week, but I feel like I woke up on the right side of the bed this morning, so I'm going to do my best to be really positive and productive, even if I don't get a phone call from my office again today. I could really stand to wash some dishes and do laundry. I've also got to write more thank you cards for all the wonderful people who brought me food, dvds, magazines, and just spent time with me over these last few weeks.
Deep breath in...and out...
It's a new day. Enjoy it.