Coming Home from the Hospital

I had mixed emotions about coming home from the hospital. Well, until the last couple of hours in there when the nurses couldn’t get me my pain medication (but that’s another subject for another time).

My home is nice, but, believe it or not, it’s not very comfortable for me. Before the surgery, I NEVER sat still around here. There’s just ALWAYS some darned thing that needs to be done. And our furniture is not that comfortable, either. Besides, the place is full of dogs! They’re hairy. They get fur everywhere. They drool, they pee on the furniture. They want to go out. They want to come in. They need water. They need to be brushed. They need their nails clipped or their ears cleaned out. Not relaxing.

Then, there are the plants. It hasn’t really rained in months, so they ALWAYS need water. I hate to nag Michael, but the plants need water again and I can’t carry buckets and watering cans around.

Laundry is piling up. Maybe I can fold some and put it away today. That’ll be my big project. Michael has an extra long day at work today. Yesterday I changed the bed sheets. That was huge!

And the birds have devoured their sugar water. Maybe I can make more for them and fill their feeders today. That would be TWO big projects! Wow!

Before the surgery, I cleaned the bedroom from top to bottom because I knew I’d be spending a lot of time in there and it would drive me insane to see cobwebs in the corners and bugs on the ceiling, dust all over the furniture, etc. But the stuff is already back. We’ve had another “invasion of the moths” and their carcasses and pink oozings are all over the place. But I can’t get the vacuum cleaner and suck them up and out of sight. I’ve just got to focus on the computer or a good book, a game of scrabble with myself, or something. Maybe I’ll put in one of those “Learn to Speak Spanish” CD’s today and try to habla myself to distraction….

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One Response to “Coming Home from the Hospital”

  1. Michael Says:

    Don’t over-do it! You can cook the sugar water, but leave it. I’ll take the feeders down and fill them when I get back :)

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