I have taken fifty jillion photos today. Of coffee, of the dog, of the cat, of my own blankets, of tea, or a flower, of the dog again...
Guys, it has not even been a full week and I am LOSING MY MIND from cabin fever.
I have a possibility of three more weeks of this before I'm cleared to go back to work. That photo up there is the forced smile of a woman rapidly going mad from boredom.
I can't do much; if I stand up for more than five minutes at a time I get suddenly very tired and must sit down again. I have been forbidden from being useful, because to be useful is to expend physical effort, and I don't have the energy to spare. I read, but sometimes the brain is weary of words. I watch Netflix, but sometimes I get so tired of TV I want to throw it across the room, but I couldn't do that anyway because I can't lift anything right now. I make endless cups of tea because the time to boil the water, steep, add honey and milk and drink it is at least something to do.
I haven't even put on anything but yoga pants since Friday morning when I left for the hospital. Sometimes I put on jewelry and then take it off again.
I colored puppies in my coloring book. Strangely, that helped.
I nap a lot, but while I wake up feeling refreshed, and I am tired again ten minutes later.
Jason comes home for lunch right now, and that is a serious bright spot in my day. Today, a friend of mine came and hung out with me for a while before lunch, and I cannot tell you how much that helped, just to chat with someone who is a part of the Outside World. I feel like Quasimodo, peeking out the window at the neighbors and singing glorious songs about Out There.
And I have do this for weeks longer.
I am going to put together a 5 things post for tomorrow just to have something to do. That'll take some time, right?
Eh, who am I kidding.
I'll be back on Pinterest in ten minutes, and asleep twenty minutes after that.
And yet somehow still bored.
This has been your regular update from the land of the overly dramatic, exaggeration-prone ladies.