Laying awake around 2-4 am this morning (jetlag), I felt excited and full of energy, hoping to just fall asleep so that I could get up at 6 am and write, blog and more.
Well, you know how it is, most of the time when you wake up after this kind of a night, you feel, maybe not your most perky self.
Also still pretty painful from the surgery (reconstruction or whatever they call the “fixing up” of my breasts), some of it necessary and some “just” from me wanting to look as good/natural/same as possible, so maybe I’m not allowed to complain.
Really though, the previously sick breast is the one that hurts the most. I know what they’ve done so probably hard to not feel something. Will save you from a more detailed description.
Anyway, better than yesterday so maybe Winston can forgive me and not have to show me how frustrated he was yesterday, that I spent most of the day on my bed.
Everyone who’s taken care of him and been in contact with him, are so amazed at what a good and well-behaved dog he is.
They should have seen him last night, throwing a tantrum, jumping up and throwing himself around on my bed and barking and nipping at me.
The whole thing ending with him in the kitchen, door closed and me feeling guilty and like such a bad mommy. He’s been with people. lots of them most of the time, at my son’s job and then I get back and he gets to stay by himself in the kitchen.
In the middle of the night I did get up and opened the door and eventually he came in to the bedroom and slept the rest of the night there.
So even if W is a little upset with me, I’m happy to be with him again and hopefully today, after a regular walk he’ll be a bit more forgiving of me :)
And even if tired (and pain), I feel good and excited about the realizing and implementing of ideas and new projects.