Small Circle

I'm finding I can do pretty well for myself if I keep what I need close by. In some cases that isn't feasible: I can't keep the refrigerator or the bathroom close at hand, and balancing food or drink on my weird little scooter doesn't work out great. My friend stayed the first two days, and while I'm glad she helped when the pain was the worst, I'm happy to be by myself even if it means I have some difficulty fending for myself. Being self-sufficient means a lot to me, but if I realized anything from my shoulder surgeries, it's that sometimes I have to ask for -- and accept -- help.

I may have already said so, but I've been pleasantly surprised that the pain hasn't been worse. I was prepared for the horrible kind agony that followed my shoulder surgery, and this hasn't been nearly that bad. As long as I take the pain meds every four to six hours, it's completely manageable. I'm keeping my house insanely cold (at least compared to my usual settings) because I've noticed that if I get hot I'm much less comfortable. Since I've been writing "under the influence" over the past few days, I can't remember what I have and haven't written about. I don't feel like going back over my writings; instead I'll just stop for now.