Today my boss sent me an email that made a lot of sense. She said, “Your body has been wounded. It doesn’t care that it was done in a hospital.”
These words are all too true, and sadly I’m feeling a bit of the brunt of them today. Today my belly button oozed a few droplets of blood and puss. Ew right? Yeah. . . I thought so too. I have a piece of gauze taped over my belly button now, but no more leakages, so hopefully that was it.
Today should also be titled, “The Day Your Belly Button Won’t Let You Move Right.” Stairs hurt, sitting hurts, standing hurts, lying down hurts. . . I’ve been sitting in this same position for quite a while and things are down to a low throb. I’d rather have this ache than the dizzying wobbles of Hydrocodone. At least I KNOW what this pain is.
That being said, I did work for about 6 hours today and stood for 3 1/2 hours of those. Sitting was very low on my list of things to do, so I’m very glad I have a standing desk.
I normally hate weeks that have a weird day off, but this time I’m really glad I had to work today, have tomorrow off and go back on Wednesday. Thanks Christmas!!!
I don’t have much to blather on about today, but I will say the pain is different and very centrally located on my belly button. Nothing else hurts. . . except the related pain of my back starting to ache due to the my immobility for at least 30 minutes.
I shall just have to eat a few more Christmas Worms (family cookie tradition — they’re delicious) and feel miserable. At least the dog is curled up on the couch with me… I take up one cushion, he’s taking up 2…. soon he’ll stretch out to take over mine too.