It's a beautiful day outside and I'm downstairs camped out in my cave. I'm very tired. I'm always tired these days. I don't think I realize how much energy one's body uses healing itself. I get out of breath walking up stairs. I sleep for 12 hours, wake up for 12, then sleep 12 more. I think I believed that once I could dress normal I should be able to act normal and have been wearing myself out trying.
I got my foot unwrapped on Wednesday. It looks funny and gross. It's really skinny, and I have to wear this sock thing that squeezes it and makes it look even skinnier. The skin looks really, really tan, but in reality just has two weeks worth of dead skin built up on it. I know it's gross. I'm the one that has to live with it. It's also still bruised and a little swollen. I've had more pain in the last few days than in the last two weeks. I can shower, which is great, but the water falling on my skin hurts. I should also mention that I'm a big baby and have been feeling very sorry for myself lately.
I had to wait until today to drive, but I did earlier and it was trauma-free. I bought a pair of men's house shoes on sale at TJMaxx for $3 so I wear one when I drive. It's the cherry on top of the extreme sexiness I have going on lately.
I'm going to a Valentine's Day banquet with my mama tonight that benefits a place that provides adult day care of Alzheimer's patients. I'm supposed to be taking a nap so I can save up the energy to drive to Newnan and back.
There was a plane crash last night and everyone died. It's always a huge reality check and very sobering when something like this happens. I don't worry that it will happen to me or anyone I know, but it does remind me of the brevity of life. My heart breaks for the loved ones of those who died.
I'm going to try to sleep so I can be in a better frame of mind for the rest of the day.
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