Today is going to have to be a quiet day. I just can't seem to get myself bounced back from that procedure on Friday, and I think my day-long outing yesterday (while wonderful) might have been too much for Yours Truly.
So I'm in the Happy Chair with Season 6 of Game of Thrones on the TeeVee, a vat of iced tea in my sippy cup, and my new project ready to play.
This week promises to be another restful one. Nothing planned other than labwork and a few small errands. Could it be that I am finally learning my lesson and scaling back my lifestyle to accomodate these kidney beans giving their last gasp?
The adjustment to being so careful got easier when I looked at it as a temporary thing. Once I get the transplant, I can go back to running around with my hair on fire. Now, though, I need to be a patient and live with some major limitations and expectations...right?
I swear, someday somebody will be able to fix this head of mine and erase all of the guilt and shame and worry and fretting over being lazy and unproductive and selfish. Dr. Melfi almost has me convinced that it's OK to reframe "selfish" into "healthish" but I am, apparently, a slow learner. But I'll get there and will learn that it's OK to say "No, thank you. I just need to stay in bed today" or ask for help when something proves to be too much physically.
To that end, I am going to ride the scooter tomorrow at the grocery store and I'm going to promise myself that the first person that looks at me sideways and makes me feel embarrased about it will get a lovely smile and a mutter of something clever under my breath.
OK, that's enough philosophizing for one Sunday afternoon. Back to stitching!
I hope that your Sunday is swell and that whatever you're doing is exactly what you need to blow your skirt up today! Come tell me all about it!