The magic pills seem to be helping. I was able to go back to work today and I only had to go to the restroom once. That was a miracle compared to the first two days this week where I was going every 75 to 90 minutes.
It was a draining day for me and I would have loved to have just stayed home and rested, but it is year-end for us and I really needed to be there. I tried to take it easy, but by evening when I finally left at 6 pm, I was spent. It took everything I had to just walk out to my truck in the far parking lot.
Before I took care of Jennifer after her hysterectomy in September, I often wondered why it took so long to recover from such a surgery. I have always been one to just push forward and "deal" with the pain or whatever. I had thought that by a week after surgery that one should be up and moving pretty well. I learned with Jennifer, that it just doesn't happen like that. And now, even though I haven't had surgery, but I've lost a LOT of blood this week, that it just takes it out of you. I feel like my lifeforce is gone (duh...blood kind of IS your lifeforce silly!).
I came home and just kind of collapsed into a heap for a bit. Melon Man got home and was like, "have you fed the dogs yet?" and I just was like, "no, I'm too exhausted to even do that." (But I did do it a few minutes later.)
I really want to sleep in tomorrow and just get some rest. We'll see how that goes....