Finally I slept. Only six hours straight before I woke up, but I really slept – which is more than I have been doing. Between work stress and breast cancer stress and life stress, continual good sleep has been a challenge the past year.
My incisions look good and that sweet man of mine says the pink is a healthy pink. They still hurt, and so I am ignoring my left arm – which since I am left-handed is indeed a challenge. It’s amazing the way my left side hurts. (o.k. yes, yes I had surgery what did I expect? Don’t know, never have had much of anything done and given the way the left boob feels I still can’t understand elective boob surgery for purely cosmetic purposes)
Me relaxing and resting is the hardest thing right now. I am not programmed to sit still and I know I have to. I know rest = healing.
My head seems in a better place today. Yesterday I was just an occasionally weepy mess. But as you all keep telling me – one day at a time, one step in front of the other. And if the job worries turn into something real, I will simply have to deal with them.
All in all I am a lucky girl, I have all of you.
My soul is tall. I am bigger than this circumstance.