I would write a haiku but I am just too tired.
Even after sleeping through my pump alarm TWICE last night, resulting in huge, painful boobs, but four consecutive hours of sleep and then three consecutive hours of sleep, I can still barely move. My joints ache, my belly aches from the surgery, my back hurts, my head hurts, my wrists hurt, my elbows hurt, the only place on me that doesn’t hurt is the numb part around my incision.
This is why instead of waking up and feeling refreshed and happy, I just want to sit in my chair and cry. I am so tired of hurting. I am so frustrated that the reason I’m hurting so much more is because two days ago I dared to walk from the lobby of the hospital to the NICU, forgoing the blasted wheelchair. So now I pay for trying to have even the tiniest bit of autonomy. Boo.
And tomorrow is my root canal.
Is everyone tired of these intermittent pity parties? Ugh. I am.
OK. Off to pump. Off to take my weight in Advil. Hopefully off to the NICU. (But maybe I will take a break between all of that to play Raving Rabbids on the Wii with the Wee One. And eat. I should probably start doing that, too.)