My biggest issue right now is the incision. 65MD calls is leprosy. It is ugly to say the least. The blisters from the reaction to the tape turned into red sores which have dried and are flaking off. TMI, I know. It is still quite sore. I'm still not real happy when something touches it.
I still have a way to go in several areas before I consider myself 'well' but mentally, I am over a huge hurdle. I have cleared my calendar as much as possible through the end of the year. It will probably take me that long to get my stamina back.
Now, I am wondering what to tackle first. I've been working and have managed to clear through that minor backlog. Now, I am thinking about laundry or the kitchen, or cooking.
I am NOT knocking 65MD at all! He has shouldered a huge burden these past few weeks and has done a magnificent job. No one could keep up with what he has tried to do. Yet, the house is a disaster. Of course it is the easiest thing to let go. I totally get that. I would have done the same thing.
It started in the laundry room. He would wash a load of clothes and pull out what we needed. The rest would get piled up on the dryer. No problem. Close the door. No one goes in there anyway. Only now there is about 4 weeks of stuff piled willy-nilly in there. Probably more than I can tackle right now.
He's done a fine job of loading the dishwasher and running it. He has the same philosophy with the dishwasher as the dryer. Just get out what is needed and worry about the rest later. He's had to actually empty it a time or two to load it with the dirty dishes that have piled up, only stuff doesn't actually get put away. Stuff just gets put on the counter close to the cabinet it goes in. I get it. Everything can't get done.
He went to the grocery store yesterday. He did a fabulous job there. No strange things like 10 cans of chili starter this time! Once again, he just took the stuff out of the bags and put it near where it is kept. Actually opening the door and putting the item away is too much.
The clothes explosion that happened in the laundry room morphed into a kitchen explosion with stuff all over the place. I don't think that is the place to start either.
I think the place for me to start is resting in the bed and contemplating a little more. After all, I need to pace myself and I've written this whole post. Right???? Plus, food is being delivered tomorrow. I don't need to cook.