Thursday, January 6, 2011

The Problem With Tomorrow

It's the beginning of the year, I just had major surgery, and I'm in a funk. (I had to reread that last word about three times to make sure it didn't say "fink").

Mr. O, bless his heart, has really picked up the slack around here, but well, today is the two-week mark since my insides were puffed up to resemble the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man, and some things--namely, the Organic Uterus--were removed, and other things--most notably, not the Organic Bladder because that is the one organ I have that is made of steel, y'all--were repaired, and well, I should be to back normal, or at least normal-ish. But no, in addition to still looking about 5 months pregnant, my energy levels would not register on even the most sensitive of Richter scales. I am most comfortable in this position



I did forget to send in my mail-order prescription for my thyroid medicine, and have been without it for going on two weeks now. Hmmm, maybe there is some correlation between the two. And something about the way my innards are feeling makes me wonder if I got put back together altogether properly. I trust my doctor, I do. I am just feeling bummed out (pun intended, and how).

Around about 5 PM everyday, I start thinking about tomorrow and how it (tomorrow) will be different - how I will take on The World or at least that corner of my bedroom that is an absolute disaster of paperwork, yarn, needles, books, and you-name-it, it's in that corner - because, as you know, World Domination begins with reclaiming corners.

I pull out my notebook and I contemplate lists - granted, I don't actually make the lists I just ponder what I might put on them. Like:
1. Start with the corner
2. Finish with the rest of the World

But then my mind turns to the favorite pen I am holding in my left hand (the hand that would do the actual writing of said list(s)) and I think, "You know, there really isn't enough letter writing in the world. It's a dying art."

Then I start thinking about how I should begin a letter writing campaign, sending off letters to anyone and everyone I know to see if I get any nibbles on the line - like trolling for fish, except in this case, it's for letters, see?

And then I start thinking of all the other things there aren't enough of either, like knitting, or rather, how there aren't enough people with hand-made items from the people who love them, and I start rummaging through all the various projects and patterns at Ravelry.com.

And, oh dear, I can tell by my rambling that I must still have some analgesics (that's Dr. Pepper and chocolate to you non-medical people out there) in my system. Before you know it, it is way past bedtime, so I shut down the computer, pull out my book, and fall asleep with my book light on, never having read a word, but thinking "Tomorrow, tomorrow. For sure this time, tomorrow."

12 comments:

Kristina P. said...

There will always be another tomorrow!

Holly said...

Tomorrow is quite a comfort, isn't it?

Do not run faster than you are able, darling lady! Hope you feel better tomorrow (or one of the tomorrows that is very soon after that).

Kelley said...

If not tomorrow, the next day.

Kimberly said...

I remember that feeling so, so well from my surgery recovery. Such grand plans, and every day I would fight the exhaustion and apathy and lose. And then one day...I didn't lose. And hope came back, and life was SO sweet compared to the dreary stuck on the couch time.

I hope for that for you. Rest, heal, and THEN conquer the world.

myimaginaryblog said...

Pretend I said all the same stuff Kimberly said (except the part about remembering recovering from surgery).

radioactive girl said...

I didn't just have surgery and I feel this same way a lot of times. Give yourself time! You will feel better and be more productive soon.

I got the thank you note yesterday and loved it. That shows you are accomplishing things, right? You'll be back to your normal self soon...especially if you get the thyroid hormones back into you. Don't let that slide, I am sure that is at least part of it, but I bet the bigger part is the major surgery you just had!

Heffalump said...

TOOOOMOOORRRROOOOOWWWWW!
Now all I can think of is Annie...

Omgirl said...

This is probably completely off topic since I really should be addressing how awful you feel (and I am so sorry about that!), but I have had the same inclination so many times--to get a letter writing campaign going in order to revive the lost art of letter writing and the other lost art of stationary buying. We should do it!

Geoffrey said...

Tomorrow is one of my favorite days! I will be rich, slender, and successful tomorrow. I am just sure of it. The only problem is I am not sure what day tomorrow's yesterday will be.

Alexa and Tamara said...

Love your blog. Someday I'd like to accomplish as much in a week, as you manage to squeeze into 24 hours.

You're amazing.

Mrs. Organic said...

I luf all youse guys!

Up in Bubbles said...

I second what Kimberly said. Remember you really are amazing and it's ok to be just good for a month. Some of us spend our life as average with just some good moments here and there. Hang in there and remember I love you. Get better!