Going home has not been quite like I expected it to be. Maybe that is because “technically” I am not home yet, or that I had unrealistic expectations about how I would be feeling and what I would be doing by this point.

Due to how tired I was by the time I left the hospital Tuesday, I decided to stay at my grand mother’s house. I figured that way if I wanted to go to sleep I could just sleep when I wanted and eat when I wanted and not worry about taking care of anyone.

After we left the hospital, mom and I drove up this way. She let me pick a place for us to eat a meal. I chose Fatz. I love their Fried Green Tomatoes. We ate there and then we headed over here to Grandma’s house.

When we got here I grabbed my purse, which is really a big bag of everything, and my computer bag. I had to go up about four stairs to get inside. I could not manage the stairs. I did not run out of breath, I jut physically could not go up the stairs. I am guessing two hospital stays in three months has taken its toll on me.

When I woke up yesterday, all I could think of was going back to bed. I was so exhausted. The dogs and I curled up in the recliner and took a nap. Basically, that is what I did all day long. I slept, woke up, slept some more.

I decided that I would stay at least another night and day here. I did not feel comfortable driving the fifteen minutes home, nor did I feel comfortable being at home with just my daughter and myself, while my husband worked.

I am just surprised, and a little disappointed that I am not back to regular activities by now. I know that the instructions that I was given when I left the hospital, said “Limited Activity, Frequent Rest Periods”, however, I do not think it really registered until I got here.

I think I need to be wise about this whole recovery thing and do exactly what my doctor said and listen to what my body is telling me.  It is frustrating though.  I feel as if I have been sick for months now.