Getting Back To Life

I’m tired.

I decided it was time to get back to life. Actually I couldn’t stand to sit around for another moment of another day, looking at all of the things that needed to be done.

Hubby has done well. He has made sure I’ve gotten my meals and drinks and a nice place to sleep, but men don’t see dust bunnies, (or in our case huge clumps of white dog fur) newspapers on the floor or the laundry basket that has been sitting in the family room for three days.

Now some of this stuff I can deal with. I carefully stooped down to pick up the newspapers, not bending forward which would put pressure on my eye, and I scooped them up. Check

I put all the laundry in the basket and Hubby carried that down to the basement, where I did three loads of laundry. Check.

I couldn’t quite deal with the dust bunnies, so they are hopping around the house, but I plan to have Hubby get the vacuum out tomorrow so I can do that. Check

We had a small amount of plums in a basket from our tree. I got a recipe for Plum cake, and threw it all together and it came out great!! Check.

Dinner was a frozen pre-made turkey soup with German bread. Easy. Check.

So it’s a start. My mind and body are willing it’s the eye and the head that just do not want to cooperate. I know, I know. Time.

8 thoughts on “Getting Back To Life”

  1. Uhhhhhh – I dunno, kiddo. That kinda stuff can WAIT!!!! You’re starting to remind me of my hubby, who is a compulsive ‘do-er.’ I’m thinking you need to give yourself a bit more time before you get back into any kind of ‘chore’ routine. Geez!!

    Luv ya!
    linda

  2. YEAH, what everyone else said!!!

    And, my responses to your emails are still coming back. Go get a yahoo account for me. ;0]

    Talk on the phone. Send me your number, I can waste two hours for you!!!

    ♥Pam

  3. I always just hate feeling like I’m helpless and can’t do things on my own. I had a surgery once where I couldn’t lean down because of the pressure issues as well. I was so tired of that gig by the time it was over!

    Good luck, and be careful, sweetie.

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