I guess after a few good days I shouldn't be surprised to have a less than good day. Not horrible, just sort of...coasting. Not losing ground, but certainly not making any headway. (Patience! Linn, patience!)

Part of me is saying "Hey! It's been four weeks, fer-pete's-sake, since the surgery -- how come I'm not healed yet?!?" And there's the little voice in my ear saying, "Hey, it's ONLY been four weeks -- you're only midway or at best 2/3 of the way recovered. Relax."

I've been having sleep problems, even with the revised meds which worked before. (Yeah, worked when I was taking more of them around the clock, not just at night.) I've been sleeping mostly on my back, horizontal, not propped up, occasionally on my right side with left arm propped on top of me. Lately the pain meds just don't seem to work, but in the morning when I sit up, the pain goes away almost immediately. So...last night I decided I might not need the pain med if I slept sitting up again, but that a benedryl to encourage sleep probably wouldn't hurt. Okay, up to a point. Never really had any pain (until, sigh, I woke up this morning and then it's been continuous), but woke up after 3 hours and had trouble falling back to sleep. No particular reason, just couldn't. Ended up taking an additional half a benedryl. Slept for a few more hours. Woke for a few minutes, rearranged myself and slept (with some really interesting dreams) for a few more hours.

Woke up very tired and with my left arm stiff and hurting -- Aspercreme, etc. not helping much. Doing some of the exercises to counteract the stiffness, but not pushing it. The day is not being wasted -- finished last month's Vanity Fair and I' m about to finish a Susan Allen Toth book on England. There, two more things checked off in my Germanic quantifying list making mind. Oh, and petted cats. (Even if Sabine insisted on stomping almost all over me, standing instead of curling up, and putting 3 or 4 times her normal weight onto her front paws which were on a tender part of my RIGHT (undamaged) arm (which also seems to have some aching issues of its own, probably in sympathy with its opposite number).

Guess I'm not going to do anymore preliminary job hunt organizational things here at the computer today. Maybe just lay back and read some entertaining light fiction (instead of the entertaining Ewan MacColl biography that I started last week or the entertaining and edifying "Woe Is I" on grammar).

Tomorrow is another day...

Linn