I wish I could say I was as pretty and perky as these fuchsia flowers, but at least I'm still hanging around, occupying my space.
I gave in to the opioids. Dealing with nerve pain along with the incision pain just finally got to be too much. With my bowels functioning properly after the first week of recovery, I hit the drugs. A couple of days in, I hurt less, thankfully, but I now battle the big grog most of the time, which makes reading almost impossible.
I managed to get up and showered and dressed this morning in time for a Zoom meeting with friends. It's a bright spot in the week.
Nights are still a process, settling in one position for a few hours, getting up to pee, and then resettling in another position for a few hours. By between 4:00 and 5:00AM I am ready to leave my bed and seek my recliner downstairs for a while, where I have been finding something on HGTV to watch. Then I settle in on the couch to try to get a little more sleep. It's a process. Tom is wonderful at ensuring my safety as I transition from one place to another.
Abutilon, one of several we have in pots.
This morning I filled out my primary ballot. It didn't include POTUS. I can't wait to vote for a new president.
It did include a l-o-n-g list of candidates for governor, most of whom I have never heard. I'll be sticking with our incumbent, Gov. Insley.
I've almost made it through another morning. I need to do another little walk about in the yard before lunch. I'll take my phone camera and maybe snap a few more photos.