Mind and body are in deep discussions.
Body says, "Slow and easy. Don't rush." Mind says, "Yes, but. There's so much to do."
Body: Well, I'm in charge here, and we do it my way.
Mind: Well, hurry it up. I'm tired of this lying around, this no energy thing.
Body: Hey, stupid. Pay attention here. I've had a major trauma here. Twice. Whaddaya expect? Overnight healing? Some kind of a medical miracle?
Mind: Noooo. I guess not. But I can't even read the paper. You keep going to sleep on me. How about a little cooperation here? Hmm? A little?
Body: Just take it easy. I'm doing the best I can with what I have to work with. OK?
Mind: Oookaaay. I'll try to slow down. Really I will.
This is the total me now. I am so tired. No energy. Mind won't let me sleep 24/7, and Body won't let me do much of anything else.
And there's problem of the colostomy bags bursting. That's a real bummer!! I see the surgeon tomorrow, and I think I'll kill him if he says the colostomy is permanent.
I wish I were rich, and could have 24-hour care. Someone to make my tea and bring it to me. Someone to help me bathe and get dressed. Someone to do this that and another thing.
Isn't that silly? The more I do for myself, the quicker I'll be back to normal, whatever that might be. But I'm SO tired. I've lost so much muscle tone, my calves are all saggy and wrinkly. My arms the same. I look at my face and tell myself I'm actually an old woman now. I don't like that. Being a middle-aged great-grandma is fine. But I haven't been middle aged for a long time, so maybe it's time to turn the mirrors to the wall.
Yeah, I'm a little depressed. Big surprise, huh?
Thank G-d for Joan. If not for her where would I be? Nursing home probably. Now that's scary.
On a lighter vein. . . it was so good to see Andrew and Su. We were talking on the phone when there was a bang-bang on the door, and there they were, big grins and all. Could he have called and said they were on the way? Oh, no. That's not Andrew's way.
They are quite the couple. Andrew is all energy and noise. He talks loud and fast. Always moving around. Su is quiet, self contained, and just smiles at him. And oh! how I love them.
Gryffan and DiDi should be coming home today. I hope they'll stop by for a few minutes before going back home to Santa Rosa. I left a message with Tracey. The child has thoroughly charmed her grandma, her aunt, and the pseudo-aunt in the house. She draws people to her when Daddy takes her out for a walk. She'll be a major force to contend with when she's grown. That child will be anything she wants to be, hands down!I just hope she keeps to the family's moral code. Otherwise, she could be a master criminal that even 007 wouldn't be able to bring down.
I'm going to go lie down again. Keep me in your hearts and prayers, and I'll be here for a long time to come.
Bless
Body says, "Slow and easy. Don't rush." Mind says, "Yes, but. There's so much to do."
Body: Well, I'm in charge here, and we do it my way.
Mind: Well, hurry it up. I'm tired of this lying around, this no energy thing.
Body: Hey, stupid. Pay attention here. I've had a major trauma here. Twice. Whaddaya expect? Overnight healing? Some kind of a medical miracle?
Mind: Noooo. I guess not. But I can't even read the paper. You keep going to sleep on me. How about a little cooperation here? Hmm? A little?
Body: Just take it easy. I'm doing the best I can with what I have to work with. OK?
Mind: Oookaaay. I'll try to slow down. Really I will.
This is the total me now. I am so tired. No energy. Mind won't let me sleep 24/7, and Body won't let me do much of anything else.
And there's problem of the colostomy bags bursting. That's a real bummer!! I see the surgeon tomorrow, and I think I'll kill him if he says the colostomy is permanent.
I wish I were rich, and could have 24-hour care. Someone to make my tea and bring it to me. Someone to help me bathe and get dressed. Someone to do this that and another thing.
Isn't that silly? The more I do for myself, the quicker I'll be back to normal, whatever that might be. But I'm SO tired. I've lost so much muscle tone, my calves are all saggy and wrinkly. My arms the same. I look at my face and tell myself I'm actually an old woman now. I don't like that. Being a middle-aged great-grandma is fine. But I haven't been middle aged for a long time, so maybe it's time to turn the mirrors to the wall.
Yeah, I'm a little depressed. Big surprise, huh?
Thank G-d for Joan. If not for her where would I be? Nursing home probably. Now that's scary.
On a lighter vein. . . it was so good to see Andrew and Su. We were talking on the phone when there was a bang-bang on the door, and there they were, big grins and all. Could he have called and said they were on the way? Oh, no. That's not Andrew's way.
They are quite the couple. Andrew is all energy and noise. He talks loud and fast. Always moving around. Su is quiet, self contained, and just smiles at him. And oh! how I love them.
Gryffan and DiDi should be coming home today. I hope they'll stop by for a few minutes before going back home to Santa Rosa. I left a message with Tracey. The child has thoroughly charmed her grandma, her aunt, and the pseudo-aunt in the house. She draws people to her when Daddy takes her out for a walk. She'll be a major force to contend with when she's grown. That child will be anything she wants to be, hands down!I just hope she keeps to the family's moral code. Otherwise, she could be a master criminal that even 007 wouldn't be able to bring down.
I'm going to go lie down again. Keep me in your hearts and prayers, and I'll be here for a long time to come.
Bless