Bow Tie o’ the Day celebrates hot peppers. I decided this was the proper bow tie to wear when eating scrambled eggs and salsa for breakfast. This morning, I’m experiencing something similar to a hangover: a “driveover.” That miniscule trip to and from Utah County to church yesterday went off spectacularly, and I felt I had conquered a humongous hurdle. But when I woke up this morning, my mortal coil was throbbing and shaky and dizzy with fatigue. I’m hoping some spicy red pepper action will eliminate my “driveover” and its accompanying tiredness. Healing is a process of baby steps, I know. But I’m a bigly baby and I wanna take bigly baby steps RIGHT NOW! Each day, I work on ignoring the crawling pace of healing. I remind myself to focus on what new old things I’m able to do again. For example, I handled the laundry without incident a few days ago. I can now empty and fill the dishwasher. I’m back in charge of putting the garbage and recycling in their proper cans. Soon, I’ll be able to be the one who actually rolls the cans to and from the curb on garbage day. It amazes me that dull chores become incredibly thrilling to do after you’ve been incapable of doing them for six weeks. How exciting! Happily, I’m back in shape enough to take Skitter for her short daily walkies, which has never been a chore to me. Above all, I am sooooooo extremely close to being able to safely heft my 100 oz. Mini-Keg o’ Diet Coke. I’ve missed my trusty keg-companion so bloody much. And as an added bonus, carrying it around with me 24/7 made it unnecessary for me to do weight training at the gym. Best. Sippy. Cup. Ever!
Baby steps are good! Don’t take on too much, too soon. The mini-keg scares me!😱
I miss my mini-keg. Without it, I have no one to talk to when you’re at work.