Feeling better still has its downside. With the swelling diminishing, it makes
the foreign object in my chest more prominent. I feel and look a little like a Dr. Frankenstein ("Fronkensteen") creation. It is hard to describe. Almost
like a hard rock or hockey puck that you just want to push out. Kind of like when you get a welt from
getting hit by a ball (or something).
A hard bruise that feels totally out of place on your body. You just want to move it out. It is totally annoying me. And, it is uncomfortable.
I also still have limited energy. Which makes me feel like I’m missing out on life. I long for the ability to enjoy a full
day again. I am itching to do
more. Sitting around is not my
style. Right now, my energy limits
me to about six hours of time outside my house. Brunch and a movie yesterday again wiped me out. I didn’t want to spend my evening laid
out on the couch, but I had no choice.
I was asleep by 9:30pm.
Patience may be a virtue, but restlessness and boredom are
the tools of insanity.
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