Saw someone that I didn't see since the surgery, a caring woman who hosted that party for me. Caring people come by my office, and I'm in a bad mood, and they understand, but it still doesn't help. I'm bleeding (normal, I'm told) and crabby and hot flashes have started and my back decided to check out this afternoon. It still hasn't recovered fully. I'm on like fifty different meds, feels like. At least I'm stable.
Oh, I realize I'm darned lucky to be alive, but I'm really just upset and depressed and ugh!
"Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." -Confucius