I am simply a miserable person when I'm "limited". "Limited" by pain, or a handicap, or being lost in an unfamiliar city- I'm miserable.
Add to the misery of hoping the regular things will be taken care of, like the shopping, and cooking, only to find my "helpers" sitting on the sidelines and waiting for instructions...as they always do.
I wonder if I died how long it would take before someone realized they'd need to write a grocery list and go to kroger? I suppose if I actually died family and friends would jump in and handle a multitude of motherly tasks for a period of time, at least until the life insurance kicked in- then they'd order take out until they ran out of money? I want to get better soon, but I don't want to return to the castle and be the ruling queen just yet. Unfortunately it is my castle (or hive?) and no one else knows how to run it smoothly. For now I'm trying to find contentment in the fact I can wash my own hair (with a water proof glove) and dry it with only a little help.
More soon...and hopefully I'll be back to normal...or whatever I was :)