And here I sit....

On forced bedrest. This blows.

Anyone who know me (or my mother, for that matter) KNOWS that it is a physical impossibility that I can sit still for any extended length of time. Call it ADHD, call it excessive energy*snort*, call it what you will, but this is going to be the hardest 2 weeks of my life.

I know MANY people, unfortunately, that would view this as a gift from God who would LOVE to sit on their asses for two weeks.

It's going to drive me mad.

So here I am, in Brady's corner of the couch, surrounded by pillows, magazines, books, and entirely too many remote controls. (Seriously, do we really need all of those?) Daisy is on her blanket at my feet (don't tell Glynn) so she is thrilled with this recent turn of events.

To make a long story even longer, the pain in my ovary turned out to be a pain in my inguinal ring and nerve bundle. That's doctor-talk for hernia. Big fat hernia. That's pressing on some nerves and making me a very pleasant person to be around these days. (Just ask Glynn).

My surgeon would like for me to, and I quote, "stay off my feet as much as possible" and "don't lift anything" for two weeks to see if the nerve settles down. If it doesn't, he'll have to go in to repair the hernia with an open incision instead of laparoscopically, so he can sever the nerve that's causing me pain.

Right.


I'm a mother, for crying out loud. How am I supposed to stay off my feet and not lift anything? Like my little sweet babies that LOVE for mommy to hold them?

I will do my best but I'm not making any promises.

Meanwhile, I am going to try and fill my time with all sorts of things. Magazines, books, movies, FINALLY downloading some pictures to send to family, working on this blog, and hanging out with my WW buddies on our message board.

What I would LIKE to be doing is organizing the basement, finishing the girls rooms, decorating, cooking, shopping, any host of events that would require heavy lifting and being on my feet.

*sigh*

So there will be entirely too many entries in the blog in the next few weeks, with my ever-so-insightful insights into convalescent leave and gassy dogs. Seriously, Daisy, do you need some Gas-X? Whew!

Until my next epiphany, sayanora for now.