Welcome to week two of recovery.
I feel a little stronger than last week. I've decreased my pain meds so I can actually function. I know the doctor said rest for the first two weeks but clearly Dr. M doesn't know me THAT well. I have organized my closet, thrown a ton of shit away, kept my house clean, annoyed the cats, and thrown myself on the treadmill. I am still in pain and the whole night sweats and hot flashes are pretty entertaining. I have refrained from mentioning the word baby or child and blocked that out of my mind because even typing the words will make me cry uncontrollably.
The thing that drives me nuts is when people say I'm sorry, you are too young to have a hysterectomy. Yes, I know. But please, don't be sorry. Just be there for me that's all. I am stubborn and I try to be tough and try to do everything and I need to take myself down a few pegs. I still am wondering why, that will be the ongoing question. Why did God take something from me and why couldn't he have done this say after I meet the man of my dreams? I am not a huge God person but one of my friends actually keeps sending me bible quotes and they are on point. Thank you for that, you know who you are and are one heck of a friend. It's funny when you become sick how many friends show up and how many run. That's been the case for the past 10 years, hey thanks Endo!
All this typing is making me sleepy. Another fun side effect but I have missed my power naps. So welcome to week two, this should be a bore.
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