Weariness...
April 06, 2012 6:07pm

It's only seven minutes after six and it feels so much later than it is. I didn't sleep very well last night and about the time I did get to sleep, Ira had left for dialysis. Muddling through still on minimal pain relief. I notice it more when I move which, I suppose, is typical. As much as I don't want to, I get up and move if I do nothing more than plod my way to the bathroom or to the kitchen. To lay still constantly will only make the healing time go slower. I don't want that!

I just feel so weary and worn. I've no doubt that that's a side effect of the surgery. I don't seem to bounce back as quickly as I used to, especially since I've gotten older. I could be placing too much pressure on myself. I've seen me do it. I guess it is because I find myself nearing the fifty side of forty and I feel restless, wanting to know that there was purpose and meaning to my life. I feel my soul stirring, words swirling inside my head and heart. To get these words from my head to my paper? That is the dilemma!