There is no use crying over it, right?
Even if there is coffee in the milk?
Probably not.
But that's where I was at this morning when I managed just that when I arrived at Physio today (all over towels and pillows.... sorry!)
Now, it was good coffee, but probably not quite good enough for a cry, it wasn't like the last cup of coffee that I would ever drink again and it really wasn't the problem. The day just didn't start off well. I woke up tired and sore having not been able to sleep that well. Panadol Osteo really doesn't cut it to replace the anti-inflamatories that I was on until last Friday. This is probably the longest I've ever gone without something stronger and sleep is hard to come by at the moment. I think that naps may be in order when I feel that I might actually be able to sleep for a little while. There were a few other little things that managed to fray the nerves before I actually got to the point where the coffee was a really big issue but even so, really not a proportionate emotional response. It's probably just as well I was somewhere where people know me well, as it really was quite an episode, one that I really wouldn't want to have out in the real public.
The day turned around and I got over the weepies and felt a lot better after an hour of Physio and another cup of coffee.
I caught up with an old friend for that second cup of coffee and got a chance for a bit of a sit down and breather to keep the physio calm and relaxed mood going on. The pain subsided for a bit and I got a chance to get stuck into the last few work tasks so that I can handover to the person taking over. I pushed through til about 10:30 tonight to get everything done so I won't have to work again before the op. I finished up about the time that my husband arrived back home after being away for a while. He wasn't definitely coming home today as he was still in exile but after my little episode this morning.
I need nap time and relax time now that my husband is home and we are this close to game day.
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