My partner, bless his caring soul, has been doing so much to help me. Thank goodness we have an open floor plan, and I can rest comfortably in our family room with the computer and just rest. So yes, I am resting! It had to be something like this to get me up and off my feet and stop running around all the time.
My best friend, AZ, suggested that I put a note on the door -- "I'm home, but pardon me for not answering. Come on in!" More food has arrived than we will ever be able to eat, but no complaints there. The outpouring of concern -- both here at home from my senior pals and my family -- and on the Internet with my Boot buds and blogger pals -- has been incredible, and very much appreciated.
Meanwhile, the pain drugs are working, at least to allow me to have a good night's sleep last night. Foot up on four pillows, turned sideways in the bed. Quite a sight!
My partner went to work today, but M will be here at 7, E at 10, F at 12, P at 2, and L from 4 'til bedtime. They won't let me be alone, and I have no worries about a need for a thing.
The pain drug makes me groggy and emotionally weak. I get tears in my eyes at the slightest things. Calls, email messages, visits... all so sweet and warmly appreciated. But they make me cry sometimes. A good cry; nonetheless, it confuses my partner when he sees me with tears rolling down my cheeks, because he doesn't know if I am in pain or just being emotional.
If I don't reply to a message you have sent right away, know that it was received and I thank you for it, from the bottom of my heart. Soon enough, I'll be back in form, up-to-speed, and booted once again. But for now, rest... rest... rest.
Life is short: pay it forward and it comes back with love.
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