I fell asleep at 12:30 a.m. and woke up at 9:00. It was nice to take a warm shower as I moved like a sloth. Being a sloth is underrated – moving slowly has given me the gift of awareness and consciousness with every thought and action. Hmm. I notice I am eating slowly, enjoying each bite, masticating more.
The pain killers are causing me to be blurry eyed and dizzy. I called the doc a few minutes ago to get a different option called into my pharmacy.
Now that I am not allowed or able to pick things up off the floor, I am dropping more things 
than usual.[/caption] My feet are handy, pun fully intended. Chuck lovingly says he will now call me his monkey, affectionately, as he watches me pick up a clump of my dog's shedding hair and put it in the trash can with my right foot. Meanwhile, my mom lovingly reminds me that doing this does use my muscles in the stomach and that I should not do it. No calf raises, no lifting things with my feet, no holding a book or netbook in my lap…sleep, eat, rest, watch television…take it easy…how else can I keep my mind occupied and creative? I am going to need her reminders often as I feel better and am able to move around for the 6-8 week recovery time.
This experience has made me hyper aware of my independent nature and the need to balance my independence with allowing others to be there to support, love, and nurture me. A lesson in relationships – by being independent, there may be no room for others to give because I fill the space up…I am allowing others into my life for giving and am receiving gratefully and graciously.
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