Saturday, October 20, 2018

"Don't Over Do It!"

I told my husband yesterday that I have 2 modes, High and off. This is very true. I either try to be out in the garden working up a sweat, cleaning my house, doing loads and loads of laundry, or I'm asleep. I've been enjoying naps daily since my surgery. I mean, I've always enjoyed naps, but these are NAPS. Usually about 3 hours long. And believe it or not I sleep just fine at night after napping for 3 hours. My body evidently requires lots of rest right now. However I'm not great at always listening to what my body wants.

I'm ready for my hair to grow back.
I'm not super patient!



On the up-side, my garden is looking fantastic! My muscles are still a big problem, but I find that as long as I don't walk much and lean on my gardening tools a lot, I can get quite a bit done! That's a big improvement over what I was able to do before. Although, I was also working long days before so I'm not sure how long I can sustain this level of HGTV domesticity. I'll just enjoy it while I can.

I'm a sucker for a wattle fence.

I really am trying to nurture myself too. I read recently about how taking a collagen supplement can help people with RA. It is said to reduce joint pain (and also is good for your skin, hair and nails.) So today is day 3 of me trying that out. 


It's very... ahhh... thick and foamy. Let's just say I drink it fast. So far I'm mixing it with chocolate milk which I think is as good as it's going to get. I'll let you know if I see any results. I'm also taking 500mg of Biotin to help my hair grow fast. And eating a lot of eggs. I've never taken Biotin before, but I know it's supposed to be helpful for your hair, skin and nails too. All things I can use while healing up all my scars from the brain surgery. 

In the meantime, I'm trying to find my balance and listen more gently and closely to my body and what it needs. All I can do it try.




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