It's chilly and blustery here, pouring rain, more like New England spring than yesterday's 70F. But we need the rain.
I also think of it as the weather sympathizing with the kids being back in school!
I'm home, my first full day at home alone, though I had practice doing several hours alone already. Fighting some mental boogeymen today. When I start to have normal aches and pains that come and go, I begin to worry that something bad is happening all over again, though I don't meet any of the criteria set forth by the doctor: no vomiting, no nausea, no fever, no pain (meaning persistent or unresponsive to meds), no lack of gas or bowel movement. I'm healing, doing well. Even the infection is drying up. But I still feel relatively mediocre, some days more than others, depending. I think I've been undermedicating. I was trying not to need pain pills--perhaps proof that I was healing--when instead it just overwhelmed me to be uncomfortable. So I'm going to be more diligent about them, to recognize when my body is tired. And, no, Lambeth, I'm not overdoing it. No carrying, just walking, can't bend to pick stuff up, no cleaning, no cooking, no chores. But, even so, it was major surgery and I still hurt sometimes.
It takes some getting used to.
And sometimes, like today, it taps into my deepest fears and anxieties. Then I have to use all my mindfulness training not to fret about an unknown future, to stay in the present . . . . and sometimes I'm better at it than others. Which is why I watch a lot of tv! (Right now, AMC's Revolutionary War show, "Turn.")
"Keep calm and carry on," one breath at a time.