Battle Hymns of a Hot Mess Mom

That’s what they call it, “rest day,” but quite frankly, I don’t know how much actual rest I’m getting. It’s been nonstop today the nutrition lady, two different physical therapists, the activity lady, the walkathon gentlemen, the vitals, the beeping of my machines housekeeping, and the guy who wants to change the red bag. The other guy that wants to change the trash. The third guy who’s changing the yellow hazardous bag. Rest seems to be very far from my day today.

It’s 5:28pmI’m looking out at a sliver of my window after the room change there seems to be some sort of fire drill that’s happening on the floor. I haven’t been asked to evacuate so I’m still laying here until someone says something to me. I got up and I walked today. It wasn’t impressive but I still walked and I got myself a little foot to commemorate my walk.

It’s meant for those who walked a mile. I walked half a mile, but I wanted the foot, so I took it. Tomorrow, I’ll make up for the other half or maybe later this evening with J after all this commotion beeping. Today has been a bit of an anxious day. It’s a rest day, but it also gives me much time to think. Think about my mistakes. Think about how I will do this differently; think about where I’m starting. I sent J back home, he can have dinner with the children, but also interact with them a little bit since the next days he won’t be able to go home with the children as he will need to stay by my bedside during what Doctor P says are the rougher days.

I’ve been in and out between catnapping and being uncomfortable. I’m gonna try to catnap for another few minutes.