(I just realized I cannot type in the dark very well. I never knew that about myself.)
So, now with the light on, I will thank all of you for the positive feed back since posting my little gloomy "diary entry" of yesterday!
I slept quite well last night and woke up feeling like 'me ole self agayne! (<--read with Irish accent there). I did some errands today, enjoyed the sun and went to Wal Mart. I made an arse of myself there, however. Two ladies were behind me in line and I swear to GOD that I heard the clerk ask me How My THanksgiving Was? As I started to tell her, "it was just fine thank you" it became painfully apparent it was the two ladies behind me discussing Thanksgiving and I had just inserted myself into their conversation. Even the clerk looked at me like I was on crack.
So, with all 6 eyes on me - I just said, "Oh uh - NEVERMIND!" and got the flock out of that place.
Anyway!
I feel good today. Myself. No more negativity bouncing off the inner walls of my brain. I don't often dribble in things the way I did yesterday. I guess I will concur with Ruthie on this one. Adjusting to "Life after THIS" will be something I just need to take a day at a time and try and be patient. Day to day. Words to live by for anyone. Surgery or not.
Well on a lighter note (or heavier) - I have managed to eat my way through half a container of strawberries, one large cucumber and a small bag of radishes. If I had watermelon, that would be next. No, no! It's not that I can say I always eat fruit and veggies....It's just that these particular items are hard for me to resist these days and I don't know why. I have had this food "obsession thing" occur after each hospital stay. The very first time in 2007 it was Pizza (and 5 Alive juice with 7-up). I get obsessed with something and the only variable in my life that seems relevant is the hospital stay. Hmmm. I must report this to Mayo. Perhaps I could participate in some sort of study...
Pomegranite juice.
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Did I ever tell you about my embarrassing store moment? My daughter and I were in a store at the mall just browsing. When I was done I wandered up behind her, patted her on the butt and said, "Are you ready to go, pumpkin?" The kicker was that as she turned to me, I realized that it was NOT my daughter I just patted on the ass, but the sales girl!! About this same time M notices what I have just done and both she and the sale girl were properly mortified. I stuttered an apology and promptly left the store. No police were called to the scene.
That is hilarious!
Oh lord, Suzette, that is priceless. I'll bet you've never done anything like that again.
I've found myself entering into conversations with people who are on bluetooth headsets. They'll walk up beside me at a crosswalk and say "Hi. How are you?" And I'll look at them and say "I'm pretty good" then realize that I don't know them and they aren't talking to me.
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