It was touch and go the last couple of weeks, but I was determined to put makeup on and model my new hat. Mary Kay cosmetics can do wonders, but not miracles. I still look puffy and bruised. I still have black eyes. All caused by the massive wound on my head and the reconstructive surgery afterward. four weeks later and I still have a throbbing headache, raw nerve endings, and tweaks of pain.
“That is all normal during the recovery process,” they tell me. ” You will be feeling all kinds of weird things while you heal.” No kidding. And these “weird things” HURT LIKE A MOTHER. There is a major drug problem in this state (California). Doctors no longer prescribe pain medications that work. Extra Strength Tylenol is all the surgeon would give me. Apparently, doctors are being regulated so much about pain meds that the paperwork, liability, and legal bologna are just not worth it. To them.
I plan to write a letter to our district Congressman, Tom McClintock, and tell him that all these anti-drug regulations are preventing medical patients from getting effective treatment. I will be sure to mention that this is forcing little old ladies to search out dealers on the street. How is that helping the war on drugs?
Oh dear, I have digressed a bunch! I was talking about being depressed and wanting out of it, right? Sheesh. A very dark day for me – until I counted my blessings. That took the better part of the day to get to 3,500,000 and 2. When I was finished, guess what? I felt so much better. It always works. Gratitude. That and a loving God who sends an angel to ‘kick my butt’ so to speak, and remind me to focus on what I have, instead of what I don’t or can’t have.
Today I think I will do some Spring cleaning. I get my iPod playing and lose myself in the work. I always end up singing along. It calms my dog. And my plants like it (so I’ve been told). If Hubby is out in his shop, I really let loose. It is so freeing.
♥ TTFN ♥