This hangs on the wall above my computer. Helps me to be reminded that quiet is good (not boring) and that if I don't shut up sometimes I can't hear.
It's been a crazy few weeks and things are settling down now. I had 2 follow-up dr appointments yesterday with the cardiologist and the surgeon and everything is right on track. It was a long tiring day and I came home and fell into a nice sleep. lol I am still way more tired than normal [for me], but they assure me that open heart surgery will do that to a body. All my lab work and tests are in line. I am cleared to drive again (can't wait) and can start cardiac rehab and begin lifting 15 pounds instead of 8. lol It's the little things in life. I can even vacuum my own floors, as long as I take it easy and rest if I feel tired. (I do that anyway). Funny how the littlest things of normalcy feel like such a big deal. Having health issues like this throw me for a loop. Everything feels surreal and weird and I am way more of a creature of habit than I like to think I am.
I have earned some really important lessons of late. Lessons about accepting help and lessons about who says they will and don't. One reason or another... all reminding me that my happiness CANNOT be contingent on anyone else's behavior. People will be how they are, and because I am in the recovery community, a lot of the people I know are not necessarily the most reliable or trustworthy. Old habits die hard. Bless them, and change me, as one of my friends says. My part is not having expectations of people. Their part is growth. I always say that we are all on a path... and most of us are at different places on that path. It's the trudging that counts. What is that saying ? Before Enlightenment--chop wood, carry water. After Enlightenment--chop wood, carry water. You still gotta chop and carry. lol I would say I am learning patience too, but that might be a lie. Some days, if anything, I am more impatient than ever. With myself AND with others. With my body. With healing. Sigh...
I am having some issues with my leg where they harvested the veins. The gouges don't want to heal right. So I went through a painful process of debriding last week and go again on Tuesday. In the meantime, I am packing the holes with an iodine soaked strip and changing it twice a day. It's gross. And it hurts now. My sleep is erratic. Some nights I simply cannot fall asleep. Some nights I doze off and on. Some nights I sleep like the dead for 7 hours or more. Something I will talk to them about on Tuesday. The cardiac rehab starts tomorrow and we'll see how that goes.
All in all-- that's about it from the Hill. Husband and I went grocery shopping today and it about wore me out. Had meant to go all week, but decided I shouldn't do it alone just yet. He did all the heavy lifting of course and was very sweet about it all. We got home, I laid down a bit and we had some leftover Caribbean stew for supper and watched some tv. Masterpiece Theater for one. A police mystery set in Amsterdam. It was quite good. I have a 10:30 AM appointment in the morning, so I hope to be in bed and asleep at a reasonable hour. Am munching on a small bowl of green grapes and thinking about the weather change... I was freezing last night, so tonight I put a nice thick warm blanket on my side of the bed. I also got the little bathroom heater out when I took a shower this morning. Nights have been in the mid forties and today never hit 70. One of the meds is making me sick at my stomach, and I think it may be the antibiotic she gave me for my leg. I've been actively nauseous or queasy all day. Yuck.
I have a few dishes to do before I wind this night up. I've been trying to get this piece written for 4 days. lol Ah... finally.