I slept in the guest room last night, as I have most nights this week. Monday's procedure, (I'm all clear!), definitely messed with me. The combination of anesthesia and a lot of forced air into my gut has left me feeling a bit battered and sleepless, hence the reason for the guest room. The early morning rising has given me time to be reflective; writing in my journal, resting in bed, breathing, as dawn breaks.
February held a lot of anticipation for me and while it whizzed on by, once we left the hospital Monday morning, I was simultaneously relieved and exhausted.
I've needed to be gentle with myself this week. My eating is still way off and I've given up coffee again, for reals this time, I'm cutting way down on coffee this time, even though I know I can't stomach the stuff any longer.
This week, I've read a lot. I finished The Soloist, which I loved and I read half of Alice I Have Been, but ditched it when I caught onto a story line that held no interest. This morning I took this book off my shelf, recommended by a dear heart in the after math of the mini break-down I suffered.
I also had fun this week, with more to come. I spent time with a friend on Thursday that has become a good one since moving to Los Angeles. We drove all around the city, looking for our favorite street artist, Banksy and no. 88 on my list, the Watts Towers.
Saturday morning I'm driving up the coast to get Darlene and I've got quite an itinerary planned for the week she's here visiting. Loose plans that can change if we're too tired or don't feel up to it. There's scheduled down time as well; necessary time spent on the beach, our feet in the sand, smelling the sea.
I'm looking forward to the change of scenery; to sleeping in hotels for a couple of nights, reconnecting and pushing myself gently forward.
