Maybe I Spoke Too Soon

I posted earlier today, 

telling you how much better I was feeling . . . 

I hate it when I brag about how well somethings going,

and then it goes to pieces . . . 

I really did feel better this morning,

and I still contend that my speech

and other faculties

are on the upswing.

I felt soooo fine that I decided to

venture out into the sunshine and fresh air,

and take a short walk to the grocery store.

I slipped into my fancy red flip flops
with the cute red flower poofs
that everyone always compliments me on!

It's only about 2 blocks, across a lovely green lawn and brick pathway,

with trees and flowers . . .

a sweet stroll.

I knew I could do it,

and it would be good for me . . .

and I really need to get out and begin testing my abilities

and building up my confidence,

and using the muscles I've been neglecting while I sit indoors

recovering from

whatever it is that has blindsided me and knocked me for a loop

since my surgery nearly a month ago.

NOTE:

read my four previous posts before you decide to have surgery!

So . . . 

I walked to the grocery store.

I was delighted . . . 

I was proud . . .

I was feelin' good . . . 

I took my lovely burlap grocery tote,
conscientious consumer that I am . . .

and picked up a few necessities.

I smiled at everyone.

I took my time.

This was a major accomplishment . 

I was enjoying the event.

I was contemplating the produce.

I 

NEVER

 have time to contemplate the produce like some shoppers do -

it's usually a quick trip,

throw it into the cart,

get it done,

get on to the next thing on my list . . .

I started home.

I made it home.

I put my sweet burlap grocery tote down.

I dropped into my cozy chair.

I took a breath and wondered what was wrong with me.

If you told me someone had just poured 300 pounds of concrete into my body

I would have simply answered,

"oh".

I couldn't move.

I really couldn't move.

The room was tilting,

my head was spinning,

and my body was full of very heavy concrete.

Or something.

I leaned over,

laid my head on the arm of the chair

and immediately passed out.

I awoke a couple of hours later,

feeling as if I might be able to get up.

I washed my face,
 brushed my teeth, drank a glass of water, and laid back down.

It's a start - and who knows . . .

maybe tomorrow will be better!