Frustrated in Cookeville
I have answered to Wonder Woman, Super Mom, Miss Thing, Diva,and Miss Ellen if you’re nasty. Not to rehash my entire medical history, because I am not sitting around the rest home with nothing better to do, but I am renowned for my recovery capabilities. Do you know many people who come to on a ventilator and as the feeling comes back to their body demands to try for surgery again even though the anesthesia didn’t quite sit well the first time? I am a bit determined. It’s that Type A personality of mine. Wait, I’m coming to a point. Really. This year I had two major surgeries, a month apart, and then started the plan because I was cleared to move about as long as I was comfortable to do so. But still, I find I am not able to hit it as hard as I want to in the exercise department. And that gets on my every last nerve. Makes me feel like I’m half-assing it. Probably just a crappy day. Nothing more frustrating than losing 5 pounds immediately and then nothing. I. Hate. This. Way. I also hate the strange rash on my arm. And I’m starting to think I’m covered in tiny bugs. Maybe I just need medication.