I’ve been out of the hospital for one week today, and in that time, I’ve discovered several things about myself:

1. I am not a good patient.  Patient comes from “patience” and I have none.  Less than none.  I want to be better and back to work yesterday.

2. I have no stamina.  At all.  I went out yesterday to lunch with my hubby and a good friend, then did a little bit of grocery shopping, then stitched at the studio for about 5 hours.  Handstitching.  Not really rigorous.  And yet, I slept until 11:30 am this morning.  And I’m exhausted.  So much for phone calls today.  I’ll send some emails, but I think that might be it.

Right now, I’m not planning on returning to work even part time until at least the 20th, and that might change as I see how much I can handle.  I feel bad, because I know how busy we are, but I just can’t do it right now.  I’m not 22 years old, and I don’t bounce back from the stress the way I did.  So today, rather than beating myself up for sleeping until 11:30, I’m going to take it easy, find my lounge chair and stitch outside later.  I’m going to write, but the rest of my “to-do” list (yes, I made one last night) might get sloughed off to Thursday.