Today I visited my breast surgeon. He told me to stop expecting to feel better than I do. My body is recovering from 2 surgeries and it will take 2 months to recover. I didn't ask him from which date but the appendectomy was less than a month ago. I am going to readjust my attitude and not expect the next nap to cure me. That should help decrease the level of frustration I feel.
It is especially tiring to have to keep asking for help. Next week I only have one dr appt so my drivers will get a rest. Maybe they will stop being afraid to read an email from me.
Today a friend drove me - a 15 minute ride - to Glastonbury. As we waited, I was feeling cocky and asked her if she would care to go to lunch together while we were in the town of 100 Restaurants. I also wanted to repay some of the many favors she has done for me.
So we went out to lunch and I was exhausted after reading the menu. I doubt I was a scintillating conversationalist. We got home by 2 and I went straight to bed and slept for 2 1/2 hrs.
anita
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