I’m trying SO hard to be lazy. And while my husband may think I’m good at that (compared to him I certainly am), it’s not so easy. My house looks like a natural disaster hit it. Every time I stand up I want to start cleaning. But in bed, my brain doesn’t want to concentrate on anything productive (although I did just send a couple work emails in order to ward off the anxiety over the things I expected to accomplish this week) and yet I’m bored stiff.
So far today, I have:
1. Yelled at kids from the sofa to get ready for school and put socks on one child.
2. Printed tax related materials for the accountant.
3. Walked into the kitchen to make coffee and bleached the counter (kept forgetting to use my left hand - but at least I wasn’t doing burpees?)
4. Spent 30 minutes on Duolingo learning some Korean.
5. Placed an Amazon order.
6. Placed a Uniqlo order (I think that one was in the middle of the night - a smartphone, the middle of the night, and Percocet are a dangerous combination).
7. Sent a couple work emails.
8. Now I’m waffling on what to do next, between Netflix, Hulu, Amazon Prime and a nap.
Photos above include various sick bed meals and the risk factors for what happened to my incision - and this was my 5th surgery on that same incision through radiated skin. This is presumably why I got the wound vac machine this time, which seems angry with me anytime I move around too much. (This is based on my own non medically trained research.)
