What, where, I don't know....
Waaaa! I hate this whole recuperating thing, really. You’re not supposed to do ANYTHING, but sit and get better. I can’t GET comfortable to sit and relax. Yeah, that might work in the hospital but at home there are so many distractions, so many things to DO. I can’t stand just sitting…it makes me crazy, and the meds do not mellow me out, I think they have the reverse affect and make me a little hyper, like I should be pulling my weight. I emptied the dishwasher, put in a load of laundry, and I HAD to type a blog which is so much fun onehanded… My husband can’t DO everything…he’s actually doing a great job of trying to take care of me, but men aren’t naturally nurturing so he does not anticipate. Then when I have to ask him for pillows, blankets, etc. I just find its easier if I get them for myself half the time. I can’t always verbalize what I need because I’m uncomfortable that I don’t even know what I want or need…so I just have to keep trying things and I don’t want him to think I’m being the ”Princess and the Pea” even if I AM.
On a lighter note, we’re on day 3 so things should start getting better, RIGHT? Please dear God and everything that is holy SAY IT IS SO, because I am not enjoying this…
He did go clothes shopping for me because I need button down or zipper only, so he can help me put my poor dilapidated arm in something before the sling. I was very worried what he’d come home with…lumberjack flannel shirts? I was shuddering in horror, my imagination doing double time, but Mr. Wonderful came home with some very stylish cardigans, a very pretty designer zip-up sweatshirt like blouse, and these very cool cape-like sweaters to go over the whole contraption that is my giant Smart Sling to protect me from myself & others! He is truly my knight in shining Armor!
(c) written by Evelyn Garone 1/2011
The Oracle Of Ahwatukee . . . 