take a break. You can't cancel a birthday. Sure, you can opt to celebrate later, but when you missed the previous year's celebration (say, because said birthday person was overseas), it's even harder to postpone it two years in a row.
The past two weeks have been so very difficult. I expected a harder recovery than I was told I would have, but this is way beyond that. I still have a lot of pain from you know, sitting, walking can be done, but then even the shortest walk puts me back instead of forward, I'm tired of the recliner, but tried to nap on the couch last night and that was a big mistake to say the least.
I was so excited because I thought by now I would be really on the mend. Instead, I've had to cancel most outings (graduation parties, volunteer days at schools, a whole weekend away) and pick and choose maybe one thing a day. I opt for something that will get me up and moving (as in leaving my house), but where I know I won't actually be asked to do anything other than sit in a comfy chair. Pathetic.
Tomorrow night I'm not even supposed to be home, as it's the end of the year Girl Scout Leader dinner and I don't even know if I'll get to that. I'm really hoping my recovery is normal for my surgery and I was just given inflated expectations, as I'm really at my wit's end. It doesn't help we are packing out in 12 days and if Peter wasn't here, I'd pretty much just be weeping in my recliner. Since he is here, he is doing all of the organizing while I draw up fun UAB/HHE/Storage/Stays in House/Freecycle, Craigslist&/orDonate lists. It's not what I hoped to be doing, but at least I feel semi-useful. Well, until it's naptime.
Tomorrow is Peter's birthday and I've got nothing. I'll have to beg him to take me out so I can *buy* him a cake that he has to carry home. Gifts? Had I actually thought about that in advance, I'd have something more exciting. No special dinner tomorrow night since I can't shop or really prepare anything, and we had to cancel our weekend away since I'm still in so much pain...so the whole combined special Father's Day/birthday weekend just went down the tubes.
So this is the best I can do for now:
Happy birthday, Pete!
Love you and thank you for spending your home leave getting me every kind of takeout possible so I can spend the entire time recovering in the recliner. I know this isn't the way you probably wanted to spend your birthday week, so maybe this will help?
Sigh....and back to the recliner.