Why is it that we don’t know that we are overdoing until we have overdone? Today, I decided I was feeling well enough to run a few errands. Big mistake.
I went to the grocery store because I wanted to expand my “liquid” choices. I bought some sugarless vanilla pudding cups, some sugarless yogurt and some sugarless Popsicles. As a rule of thumb, I don’t like using sugar substitutes—I don't like the chemicals, and I think that the body doesn’t really know how to process them—but until my new little pouch is fully healed, I’m not supposed to eat anything with sugar. Apparently, my “new” body doesn’t know how to digest sugar and does some rather nasty things in its attempt to do so.
I came home from the grocery store exhausted. I spent maybe fifteen minutes in the place total, but between that and driving, I was done in. I decided I’d just rest on the bed for a few minutes once I had the groceries put away. Instead of a quick rest, I fell asleep, awaking nearly two hours later! When I awoke from the nap, I had to give myself the daily injection, and then I took Jack, my insane Corgi mix adoptee, to PetSmart. While waiting to pay for my purchases at the pet store, I nearly passed out. I came home, got into my nightshirt and haven’t moved from my bed since other than to get a half of a pudding cup for my evening snack.
Tomorrow is the first day of my work year, but I’m not able to return to work until I see my doctor on Thursday for my first post-surgical visit. Part of me really wanted to go, and I was feeling sorry for myself because I couldn’t. However, after my little expedition today, I know I’m not quite ready. After all, I had major surgery ten days ago! And in this condition, a very little “doing” leads to “overdone”!