I have been exhausted since Friday’s short trip to the museum. You would think sitting in a power wheelchair would be easy… but it’s not!
I had a hard time falling asleep last night. I was in lots of pain. Tonight I was in bed, trying to relax and read. More torture.
You know what a tortilla bowl looks like? It has wavy edges. A tortilla is fried or baked so it will hold the bowl shape. It’s crispy. That’s what my belly wound reminds me of. The raw meat part of the wound is like the bottom of the bowl. The healing skin is all puckered and pleated, like the sides of the bowl. Then there is a rind of hard, crunchy skin just like the lip of the tortilla bowl.
If I am on my back, all is well with the bowl. When I move from side to side, the hard, crunchy parts dig into the raw meat part. BUT… even if that’s not happening, my whole abdomen hurts from the generalized trauma. There is never a second that I can forget the belly wound.
When I am tired, it would be nice if the exhaustion would just take over and conk me out. Instead, it’s the opposite. The tireder I am, the more I hurt 😦 I have been trying to keep the pain at bay all day, but it just keeps getting worse.
Hopefully some of that is the weather. We are supposed to have a strong cold front come through tonight. When the weather changes, everything hurts more.
I just finished reading a book about the Appalachian Trail. It sure made me wish I could hike again! I am glad I got to shadow my daughter one year while she hiked it. Following the AT in a van was tough enough. It has been 6 months now since I have driven on roads. That soooooo boggles my mind.
My next big project is going to be trying to get my strength back! If you have seen it wandering around, please tell it to come back to me.