Earlier this week I was feeling great. I had more energy, I felt like I could do so much. Sunday I asked Derek to help me do a little weeding in the garden. Monday I figured that since I did some yard work on Sunday I could manage a little bit on my own. I was sure to limit the size of bucket I would fill. Usually I fill a 15 gallon bucket and empty it into the yard waste bin. This time I only filled a 2 gallon bucket at a time. I had to get up more often, but my theory was that then I wouldn’t sit hunched over for too long.
I am aware that this wasn’t the brightest idea. I’ve done dumber.
I mentioned to Derek how good I was feeling. I told him I wanted to go into the shop. He said if I was feeling up to it he wasn’t going to say no. This meant I had to drive myself there. I haven’t driven a car in 3 weeks.
Yesterday I woke up feeling good. I thought I might try going into work to see how I felt. I’m slightly worried about not working for 6 weeks and then being thrown into the busy Spring season and having absolutely no stamina. My thought was to slowly work myself up to working at least 1/2 days when I get back.
I ran by the fabric store to grab a few skeins of yarn that I needed and then headed to the shop. I told Travis that the only stipulations were that he couldn’t leave me by myself and I couldn’t lift over 10 pounds. I also didn’t know how long I would be able to stay.
I made it an hour and a half. I didn’t do much. I helped a customer, answered the phone and took care of some chicken stuff.
I spent the rest of the day on the couch. I am very aware that trying to go to work 3 weeks after major abdominal surgery was a colossally stupid idea. I won’t try it again.
My new mantra is “I am not superwoman. I love my couch.”