I went to bed early yesterday, thinking I would be up to use the bathroom and could do my blog then. But, guess what? I slept all night long and didn't wake up to use the bathroom until right around 5:30am. It kind of surprised me but, since I am still trying to recover from damn near dying, I figured my body needed the rest.
Cee stopped by after she did a little shopping at Aldi's (which is very close to our house...kind of). She told me about their having lobster tails on special....2/$14.95 and a decent size....then, after she leaves, what commercial comes on? Lobsterfest at Red Lobster! Made me hungry, of course. But, in truth, I have no idea how my tummy would react to it right now. I'm still more comfortable with chicken noodle soup (I like the envelopes with the skinny, tiny noodles that you make). It causes me no discomfort and it's filling. The Beast buys the ones with *extra noodles* so there's plenty to share even.
I spent the day just resting, taking my meds and drinking a lot of liquids. The Beast bought me some Glucerna in chocolate, which isn't too bad for a diabetic supplement. I'm still a bit shaky on my feet in the morning so it made for a nice breakfast for me until I could do better later on. It's not the best tasting chocolate but beggars can't be choosers. It was handy.
At least I don't have the IBS-D bothering me right now. I just have to keep remembering to take the meds for that. I need to try to get my dirty pj's washed tomorrow since I am all out of warm jammies. I am constantly adjusting the heaters in the room because the Beast has turned on the central heat several times the past few days and the room gets too warm then. But he does turn it down at night so the electric blanket keeps me nice and warm for the most part. If I start feeling cold, it means I need to turn it on again.....LOL
I was thinking about buying a couple pair of new fleece pajamas but that plan went out the window. I'll make do with what I have and just wash clothes more often. It's easier...and cheaper.
I get so tired of not feeling really good. Why do you always take longer to heal than it seems that you are ill? It isn't fair.
I feel about 100 years old right now. I miss seeing my great-grands and can't even think about a ride to anywhere yet. I will be so glad when I can get to that point once again. It's the feeling trapped that grates on my nerves. If it weren't for Cee, I would definitely feel persona non grata. But, I know everyone has their own lives to live and an old woman isn't fun, especially one that was as sick as I was.
Well, it's late and I really need to get to bed. I'm trying very hard to be patient and take *baby steps* until I have some strength back. It's amazing how that seems to drain out of you when you are ill. I would have been happier to have had the flu, rather than a bleeding ulcer that damn near killed me. Oh well. C'est la vie!
Love you all. Be good. To all my family and friends, I want you to know I love you dearly. ***Hugs***
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