Wednesday, a normal day

I woke up.
This seemed a rather large insult to recover from. But the promise of coffee was enough to pry my eyes open.
That hospital stay seems to have caught up with me. Yesterday I felt as though I were suffering some post-traumatic stress disorder. Actually, I have no idea what that feels like. All I know is that I was so tired that I wanted to weep in the fetal position. I was in bed last night by 8:30. That was after the nap I took in the afternoon.
I'm not really getting much done in terms of productivity.

So, I stumbled to the coffee pot this morning, and began the administration of that lifeblood. My plan de jour involves work, and a return to the gym. I have not worked out for nearly two weeks, and the truth is that I don't care to ever sweat again. Mostly, all I care about is sleep. However, that wedding date is drawing closer, and something needs to be done about my pursuit for the body of a 20-year-old.
I need to go in to work today. Yesterday's nap schedule interfered with my job.
Tim has invited me to lunch today, too. Clearly, I have no time to clean house. I think that Patsy might come over this afternoon to drink Crystal Light and complain about our pampered lives. That should be fun.

This delayed reaction to my hospital stay is inconvenient. It would appear that adrenaline has played a large role in my existence of late, and now I have to recover. Michael is having no such difficulty. Perhaps that's because he gets to lay in bed all day. He has to eat and sleep...and move about from time to time.

He had a follow-up appointment with the surgeon yesterday. She proclaimed him whole, and set him off to address his future, with all the energy he can muster. He even went to Lacrosse practice last night, where he attempted to participate. That kid is skin and bones! He found that the energy required even to jog, was more than he had. He made a gallant effort, though. The result was an increase in his evening appetite, and a really good night's sleep. He has the joyous goal of gaining 15 pounds.

Don has been the social man of late. After spending last week at Tim's house, this home seems rather dull in comparison. Don vastly prefers anywhere but here. He spent his day yesterday with Kara and her kids. He did seem glad to be back at lacrosse last night, though. Perhaps we'll settle into some semblance of our normal routine before too long.

So many of you have left me messages, and offered encouragement to us, during the past week's adventure. I am afraid that I owe rather a lot of phone calls. May I think you en masse? We really do have the most amazing set of friends. No tragedy was ever so surrounded by support! I am grateful, and most assuredly in your debt. Thank you for loving us so much and so well.