Complete radio silence for over a week? Totally not me you're thinking.
But really, can you stand to read one more post about recovery?
Cause that's all I've got. Oh and my first week back at the shop.
Work was, well work. Lattes, laughs and a bit of anxiety on all our parts. What would I be able to do?
I can design as long as the container is no taller than 6", luckily we do lots of compact arrangements.
I can design as long as my coworkers fill the containers with water, place them in front of me and then take them away when I'm finished. Takes a village.
The first day, I took a 4x4 cube, taped it and started to add flowers. Suddenly I had an arrangement.
This was so exciting I filled as many orders as I could get my hands on. One might say I did too many.
My co workers did. As did Shelley who sweetly called me to see how my day was going and suggested I might want to go home soon. I thought longingly of my bed and my ice machine pumping freezing cold water around my shoulder. It seemed like paradise.
The rest of the week I tried to take it easy.
6 hours would be optimum. 7 is a stretch and 8 is a psycho killer. I take time out to stretch and sometimes just sit. I like to call it spring break.
Seems like the only spring we're getting in these parts.
Today we had our usual Monday winter storm so both Doctor and Physical Therapy appointments were rescheduled.
A friend came to visit and do some shoveling. She said I must be going crazy at home.
No way, I'm crazy about being home. Yesterday I went out to a movie, Saturday night out to dinner.
Both days included books and baths,naps and long nights sleeps. How could this be boring?
Some days I feel I should be further along, other I'm flooded with gratitude for all I can accomplish.
I can finally put on a bra, jeans, lace up my trainers, put on eyeliner, sweep a floor, change my own sheets, roughly chop an onion, do flowers.
I'm 3 weeks out ,as medical parlance goes , and everyone seems pleased with my progress except me.
Unlike Alicia Keyes, I am not Super Woman, nor does anyone expect me to be but me.
Take it easy, trying to make that my new motto.
Remind me, would you?