So today I go pick up my car (I haven't taken any kind of pain pills, because I knew I was going to have to drive and also because they make me throw up and my throat hurts from vomiting so much). I'm driving from the mechanic to my apartment and keep getting something caught on my steering wheel. It was my drain (which I have named my blood grenaid because that's what it looks like). I knew I felt it pulling, but I thought it was because of how I was sitting, turns out nope it was the car. This recovery period sucks.
The note I have from the doctor says that I can't squat or lift anything heavy (so there goes working out), he said that I shouldn't have to eat anything to take my antibiotics (which is a lie, I throw up if I eat and I throw up if I don't). And basically I'm too weak to do much of anything. I keep telling myself that I worked really hard to get the ten pounds off and I refuse to let myself gain, but standing at the stove to cook is almost impossible because I just can't stand for long periods of time. I keep telling myself not to be a Negative Nancy and that if I can stick to eating well then I can just pick right back up where I left off.
|This picture of Tupac has nothing to do with today's post other than the fact that the title is also the caption and I was really looking for a picture of "Annie", but this made me laugh (lol) and we need to appreciate the little things in life :)|