I'm bored.
Frustrated, too.
Spending all day, every day in my house is making me acutely aware of all the work this house needs, all the projects I could be accomplishing, but for this stupid body! Can't lift much, can't even do much yet without feeling increased pain the next day.
I know. Take it easy. Relax. Give myself lots of time.
Bo-ring!
It seems strange to be such an emotional yo-yo. One day I'm crying, so relieved to not have cancer. A few days later I'm just frustrated that I'm not healing faster. And within those two days, there's no predicting when I'm going to feel a wave of missing Dad and burst into tears.
Such is my fall, though. Up, down, spin me round. All this will pass as I heal emotionally and physically. Meanwhile, I'll just keep riding those waves.
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