I am now 5 days post op. I am doing well. I haven’t been too hungry-if I feel a pang I just drink some broth and I am ok. Today is my first day alone since surgery. Hubby is at work, son at school. I am still in my nightie as I am not driving yet. I awoke feeling nauseous today. That is a first. The thought of ingesting anything grosses me out. I had some tea and am working on water right now.
I haven’t been able to get into dancing since I broke up with xBFF-it was always a part of our goddess practice. My mom had this cool machine called a Zizzle Zoundz machine. It is the white ameoba shaped thing with lights on it. You place these shapes on the lights and can make endless varieties of music. It is really cool. I want one. I enjoyed dancing for the first time in a long while-incisions and all.
So today I am feeling lost. Without anchor. Without appetite. I feel a little like I did after I had my son. After being pregnant for 9+ months and then finally giving birth, I was quite surprised to still look pregnant. Well-I had fat surgery and am surprised to still look fat. Before and after pix are great but they are not a day to day record. I just keep reminding myself of that.
So today I pray for healing and rest. Please Goddess let me sleep in a bed tonight-no more nights on the lazy-goddess chair. Productivity. Purpose. Joy? Yes – please Goddess bring me some joy today.