Sistah Pat

 So can I get a little sympathy here?  My hand is all swollen and typing is difficult with it all wrapped up like this.  I didn’t even get to lay around in my nice room!  Four hours after I checked in, I’m already checked out and back home.  Everything went great and I should be good as new in a couple days.

I’m actually feeling kind of proud of myself.  The doctor ordered some Vicoden that I had to take before I left and they wouldn’t let me take it on an empty stomach so they brought it in with a big old cinnamon bun with icing.  I told them I was on a diet and could they just see if they could find some kind of protein bar or something and the nurse returned with five packages of Lorna Doone Cookies.  I mean, can’t you do a little better than that???  Anyway, I ate two packages (that 240 calories worth of JUNK) and that seemed to satisfy them.  It didn’t do much to satisfy me, however.  I had to make a conscious effort to stop eating Lorna Doone’s!  They were so good! 

The doctor says I can’t workout today because the pain pills will make me dizzy.  Hey!  I’m used to being dizzy…that’s my normal state.  Even so, I’m going to take his advice.  So, why am I feeling kind of proud of myself?  Because I got into this poor, pitiful me state and fully intended to stop at Mickey’s and get an Egg McMuffin to go with my Lorna Doones and then caught myself.  I want another perfect day and that’s not the way to do it.  So, I stopped, I’m giving the Lorna Doones to the DGS’s cause their 17 year old metabolisms can handle it and I’m going to do the best I can with this day even though I’m off to a cookie start and can’t work out.  A perfect day is no more than doing the best you can do with what you’ve got and I’m committed to finish out the day the best I can.

Right now, I’m sleepy from the anesthesia and pain pills and I’m going back to bed.

2:00 - Okay, it’s 2:00 and I’m still trying to get back to bed.  Tried to do a couple of things before I hit the sack and got carried away.  Now, I’m really going to go to bed.  By the way, weighed 173.5 this morning so I’m getting there!

9:45 - Don’t feel great right now.  Funny how these things kind of zap your energy.  I’ve been alternating between can’t keep my eyes open and can’t sleep so I’m going to wrap it up here.

Did the best I could with what I was given today.  Didn’t get any exercise but that can’t be helped.  Can’t get my hand wet or lift anything for the next week so I’ll have to figure out how to deal with that.

Think I’m going to watch a little TV until the drowsies hit me again.

Later, girls…

Uggggg!!! The damn cat just threw up on the floor!  Why am I dealing with this?  I don’t even have a cat!