September 23rd, 2005

A Pocket Full of Murder

Thanks... everyone who offered their encouragement, advice, and prayers yesterday. I'm reminded of the verse "Weeping endureth for a night, but joy cometh in the morning," because I feel much better today. The nursing pain is easing -- slowly, and each feeding can be better or worse, but on the whole it's becoming more bearable. And it's the last day of my antibiotics -- woo hoo!

I am sternly reminding myself, however, that just because I feel more rested and alert and emotionally stable today doesn't mean that I can bustle about doing things the way I would if I hadn't been ill. It's hard to know how to pace myself, and part of me feels like a slacker, but yesterday's crash reminded me that it'll be a few days yet before I'm really back on track, and I shouldn't push it.