The Breakdown

Two blogs in one day....WOW! Tonight, I had my first emotional breakdown. It started earlier today when I tried to clean my kitchen floor on my hands and knees and felt like my port was in my throat. I have so much to do before I have my luau on August 11th, and it needed to start with the kitchen. So I get in there with my bleach and water and clean out my refrigerator and then move to the floors. My body let me know real quick that I had NO BUSINESS being in that floor. I was in pain. So I waited until Andy came home and instead of him saying "Baby you should have waited", he starts fussing at me like crazy saying "You have to be sensible about this you are only one week out of surgery and you had no business moving the refrigerator." Finally, I just broke down. You have to understand, I am not by far an obese, sedentary person. I don't like having to have someone do something for me. I am used to being able to jump up and fix what needs to be fixed and clean what needs to be cleaned. I am standing there stirring protein powder in my low-carb chili and he says "Yes but you can't do it right now" Then it came out of my mouth...."APPARENTLY WOMEN HAVE MORE TROUBLE THAN MEN WITH THIS SURGERY AND IF I WOULD HAVE KNOWN THAT, I NEVER WOULD HAVE HAD IT DONE" And then I cried. He held me while I cried and after my outburst, I went in the living room and ate my low-carb protein-chalky powder chili and was done. I only "borrowed" the chili for 19 minutes. Afterwards, I sat on the couch while my husband who had worked 8 hours today, cleaned, on his hands and knees, the ENTIRE kitchen. I feel so helpless. Until next time....I may need prozac before it's over