On Day 35, I started a post on timeline; from discovery to diagnosis to staging and planning.
I never got it done.
I never got it done, coz I should have written a post like the one that follows.
Today, I am grumpy.
Today, I am sick of not being able to do things.
Today, I don’t want to watch T paint. I want to do it. I want to paint and help.
Today, I am not fun to be around.
Today, I am sick of my butt hurting. I can’t figure out if I should be taking immodium or dulcalex or just ride the ride. I can’t find a comfortable spot to be. I hurt. I think my cervix hurts, but maybe it is just my whole pelvic area hurts.
I don’t want to read or colour.
Today, T is doing tons and I feel bad.
Today, K is working on putting the dishwasher in. Mi is helping T and K and avoiding my mood.
Today, I can’t get comfortable.
Today, I am just downright miserable to be around.
I got distracted by Walking Dead.
I finally fell asleep for 3 hours in the chair.
I woke up at 1 am and had to go to the washroom, nice time for the bowels to once again to decide to dump themselves.
I went for the shower afterwards.
I pulled up the rod to send the water to the shower head…..and the &%$%&$*& thing came right out in my hand.
We have one washroom.
I kneeled on the floor and cried.
I was fed up.
Then, I breathed.
I got creative on how to relax.
I had a sitz bath.
I went back to bed.
Today, I was a grump.
I am reminded of my friend, Jean Little’s poem Today.
Today by Jean Little
Some days are just like that.
I never got it done.
I never got it done, coz I should have written a post like the one that follows.
Today, I am grumpy.
Today, I am sick of not being able to do things.
Today, I don’t want to watch T paint. I want to do it. I want to paint and help.
Today, I am not fun to be around.
Today, I am sick of my butt hurting. I can’t figure out if I should be taking immodium or dulcalex or just ride the ride. I can’t find a comfortable spot to be. I hurt. I think my cervix hurts, but maybe it is just my whole pelvic area hurts.
I don’t want to read or colour.
Today, T is doing tons and I feel bad.
Today, K is working on putting the dishwasher in. Mi is helping T and K and avoiding my mood.
Today, I can’t get comfortable.
Today, I am just downright miserable to be around.
I got distracted by Walking Dead.
I finally fell asleep for 3 hours in the chair.
I woke up at 1 am and had to go to the washroom, nice time for the bowels to once again to decide to dump themselves.
I went for the shower afterwards.
I pulled up the rod to send the water to the shower head…..and the &%$%&$*& thing came right out in my hand.
We have one washroom.
I kneeled on the floor and cried.
I was fed up.
Then, I breathed.
I got creative on how to relax.
I had a sitz bath.
I went back to bed.
Today, I was a grump.
I am reminded of my friend, Jean Little’s poem Today.
Today by Jean Little
Some days are just like that.
