The "Perks" of Pain are Gone

It’s Friday morning and my 5th day of bed rest, and although I have, so far and in my opinion, dealt with it all relatively well, this morning is another story. Now I’m pissed. Here are the possible reasons I have come up with: I haven’t exercised and feel as if ten pounds have attached themselves to each one of my thighs, my skin looks bad, and damn it, I’m used to having good skin! I haven’t breathed fresh air since Sunday, my accountant is angry with me, and damn it, I'm used to him being happy with me! Work is piling up on my desk and laundry on the floor, my hair is a tangled mess from rolling around on the bed all night trying to find a position to sleep in that isn’t EXCRUSIATING … or maybe I’m pissed simply because I’ve been so doped up this past week and now I’m crashing, behaving like the addict I've become. (Can one become a drug addict in five days?)

In any case, I’m going to fight this. I’m going to get back in bed, prop up my legs and read stuff that reminds me that I am choosing to feel like this. Yes, you heard me, I am choosing this. Because here’s what’s true: I am NOT 20 pounds heavier than I was a week ago, my back IS getting better, I CAN send the laundry out to be cleaned, and if I chip away at it slowly, my work WILL get done. I won’t even mention that my child is safe and healthy because that’s just obnoxious. But it's true.

Happy weekend friends, blog resumes Monday.