Ain't life grand?
I actually didn't expect them to be. I have too much stuff going wrong in my life, so I just needed something to be right for a change.
Still crampy and spotting, but I'm hoping to be me again soon.
The best idea during recovery is to NOT have a bunch of noisy workmen in your apartment, sequestering you in a plastic bubble around your kitchen. But, that's precisely what happened Monday. You see, our co-op replaced our hvac crap a few years back. And it's never been right. So, they keep coming back to tear our walls up and "fix" it. So far, I'm not impressed.
Tuesday was a ginormous snowstorm, so they cancelled continuation of work.
Wednesday, they came back. And left again when they realized they didn't have the right parts. Super.
It'll be Friday tomorrow. I wonder what will happen? Not holding my breath.
Meanwhile, I do feel better when I move. I tried lifting weights but that was definitely not good. Until I went super light. Then it was great! Is it prolonging my healing? Who the f cares. I feel better.
Have to schedule my post-op in 2 weeks. I have a work trip in a week - playing in Florida for some fancy thing, and then in LA for a very fancy thing... The Grammys!!! , so I'm hoping to be spunky and leak free by then. Meanwhile, motherhood has been a royal pain in the tuchus, and I'm worried that all of this crap has gotten to my girl. I wouldn't blame her, but it hurts that I don't feel her with me sometimes.
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