Oof! This has been a bad year for me, health-wise. I had 2 stays in the hospital, one for 9 days in July, and the other for 7 days in September. Then I took a fall in a local mall parking lot at the end of October that resulted in 6 broken ribs. I’m looking at 6 weeks while those heal.
Enough already! I am
ready to be well!
Of course, things don’t
work like that. The body takes the time it needs to heal. And when the time
comes that your brain is ready to get back to doing things, but your body isn’t
done healing, guess which one wins the argument.
It wasn’t so bad when I
was in the hospital. The first half of my stay, I was too sick to do much but
eat when my meals arrived and sleep. When I did reach the point where I felt
like doing things, I never thought to have my hubby bring my laptop to me
because I was sure I was going to be discharged any minute! And when it didn’t
happen that day, I was sure it would happen the next, so I’d find some
mind-numbing shows on the tv, and think about all I would do once I got home.
But cracked ribs are a
little different. You get to be at home; you just have to be careful not to aggravate
your damaged bones. And get plenty of rest. The ache of my ribs made me extra
tired. I found myself sleeping 9-10 hours at night and taking a nap in the
afternoon. And maybe one in the morning. It left me little time to get anything
done.
Each day, I would stare
at my To Do List and cross off those things I did manage to do; take my
morning pills, check my blood sugar, check how my Amazon Ads are doing, open
the daily snail mail, brush my hair and teeth, take my evening pills… small
stuff that had to get done. And each day I would gather up all the
things I didn’t manage to do that day and shove them off until the next day.
Things like write my family letter that usually gets sent out every 2nd
month, write my weekly newsletter, write my weekly blog, format the next
manuscript waiting to be published, ride my stationary bike for some exercise, and
so on.
The first couple of
weeks after my fall, I had plenty of pain to remind me why I was sleeping so
much. “This isn’t forever,” I told myself, and so I wouldn’t beat myself up
about all that I wasn’t getting done. But as the pain subsided – and by now,
it’s just a gentle ache in my ribs to remind me to take an afternoon nap – then
I find myself impatient to start doing all those things I’ve been putting off.
To ignore the ache and keep working.
I could do that. Some
days I have done that. However, if I choose not to take a nap, then I am extra
tired extra early that evening, and I sleep even longer that night.
I have to learn to be
patient. It is no good beating myself up over my need for extra sleep. That
just makes me depressed, and I’m already fighting chronic depression, so I
don’t need any more of it. This won’t last forever. By mid-December, my ribs
will be fully healed. That’s only a month away.
Thankfully, this past
week has afforded me the opportunity to get some writing done; the family
letter, this week’s newsletter, this blog, and even a couple thousand words on
my current Work In Progress. Although that story has passed 10K words, so I’m
not sure it truly qualifies as a short story anymore, but we’ll see how long it
gets. However, that time for writing is obtained by being away from our home
for the day, so I can’t get an afternoon nap. Here’s hoping that these days
give me a little boost in stamina for getting through a day without a nap. That
would be nice.
In the meantime, I must
be patient. Being impatient doesn’t get me anywhere.