I have been feeling SO good and SO positive the last few days. Absolutely thrilled at the lack of the dreaded roller-coaster ride of emotions. Very few moments of feeling down. Somehow avoiding or dodging the post hysterectomy blues.
Well, today I found them. Or, they found me. In fact I am pretty sure they had been following at a distance this whole time, snuck up fast, and rear-ended me into the path of an oncoming truck. But it was one of those small, compact pickup trucks. Not an 18 wheeler. And I was wearing my seatbelt. Things could have been a lot worse.
My suspicion is that lack of sleep is playing a big part in my blueness. I am also pretty sure that going outside at 4:00 am in the pouring rain to chase off an adolescent raccoon that was terrorizing my mama hen and her chicks did not help. And it probably made matters a little worse that I had to then waddle around the house…in said rain, to try and catch the feline escapee that took advantage of the fact that I left the back door wide open while being distracted by the raccoon. I was not able to catch the irritating clump of fur and worried about her survival until she decided she wanted in 6 hours later.
So now I am not feeling terribly positive or upbeat. In fact I am feeling pretty darn negative. I am hurting more than I have in days. Body is bloated. Incision areas are tender. Insides are cramping. I am aware of the stent. And I just want to curl up in the fetal position and feel sorry for myself. But I can’t. Because curling up hurts too much.
I know that this shall pass. I will be back to feeling better soon. It is all just part of the process. Blah, blah, blah. And to be completely honest, regardless of the above complaints, I am still feeling damn lucky. I just think that I will have to leave the critter chasing to other members of the family for a while.