Not so bad. Really, I don't feel too bad. I wonder if the steroids are helping. I don't rush about rising. Drew is going to visit his brother and father and I know Sugar and I will be on our own. I am glad I will at least have the oompf to walk her when she needs it.
I do have a paper to write, but I need to finish reading the material first (always advisable). So I curl up in the recliner with my books about me and begin to read. Some of the material is kind of prickly but I force myself to wade through it despite my opinions. Suddenly I nod myself back awake. I didn't even know I had drifted off. How wonderful to be drowsy and in a perfect place to snitch cap naps.
Must be time to warm a plate of food. I rumble about in the fridge, delighted to have so many tasty dishes to choose from. How kind of people to have sent casseroles. This makes it so easy. I bless my food and take my time eating. Then another little nap. I am still feeling OK. No pains, no overwhelming fatigue. Sugar and I take a walk. The weather is amazing for this time of year.
By the time I return to my chair, the exhaustion begins to take hold. I try to read. I have yet to get to the writing the paper part, and I realize I will not get there today. My grace is ending and the mack truck experience is beginning. I take Tylenol and give up on the recliner. This is a definite lie-down-on-the-bed thing. I am sad to leave behind the cheerful lights of my little Christmas tree, but I know I will drift off quickly.
I just hope Drew isn't too late getting home. Sugar will need to be walked again.
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