All those involved in the process were wonderful: Dr. Kim, my nurse practitioner Kristy and the rest of the staff at Maternal Gynerations in Lawrenceville, and absolutely everyone who worked with me at Gwinnett Medical Center. And then there was my sister-in-law, SeDonna, who took Friday off work and drove me to the hospital for my 6:15AM appointment, brought me home afterwards, and stayed with me until Nathan got home from school in the afternoon. For them, and for the results, I am very thankful.
I was so crazy busy during the two weeks leading up to the big event that I almost didn't have time to worry. The details are boring. But most days I got up early and stayed up late and behaved like the rabid cousin of the Energizer bunny. Unfortunately, I have very little to show for all this effort. I wrote little, I read less, I did nothing creative. I forgot to eat; I gained weight anyway. If I think about it a certain way, it makes me downright depressed. But I did what needed to be done, and it really isn't fair to beat myself up for that.
Then on Sunday, when I was supposed to be taking it easy, recovering from surgery, I decided it was more important to pay some attention to my sorely neglected home. So I bolted out of bed and washed curtains and sheets and did mounds of laundry and vacuumed and dusted and swept and mopped and scrubbed bathrooms. About six o'clock, exhaustion swept over me like an ocean wave. I made popcorn and tried watching a movie with Nathan, but I fell asleep before it was over, and slept for ten hours. Despite this, it was hard to get up yesterday morning. This morning, too.
I am trying to pace myself a little bit better now. As a matter of fact, my prognosis has left me feeling inspired to take better care of myself in general: to eat healthy, exercise daily, and get back in the habit of writing.
I have lots more to share. One day at a time.