Not Sleeping Beauty

Sleeping on a recliner chair for 7 weeks was not the greatest sleep in world... in fact it stinks. I was happy when my doctor "upped" my drugs so that the pain would go away enough for me to actually sleep. I only slept in 3 hour increments because the at that point the medication wore off and the pain would jolt me out of a dead sleep. I was exhausted 24 hours a day.

At night, I laid on the recliner to watch "The Office" with my Dad. When it was over, my Dad turned off the TV and as he headed upstairs, I would say "uh, could you please shut my door on your way out"..... it always made him pause and that made me laugh because I was in our living room and there was no "door". You gotta have a sense of humor :).

Before Shailey went back to Tokyo, I asked her to braid my hair. After fixing my hair, she laughed and said, "Mom, I want to take a picture of you". I knew that was not a good sign. When she stopped laughing, she offered to "re-do" them. It may be the first time she has ever done my hair, and probably not the last :).

I lived the life of an OLD LADY: I slept on a recliner with a patchwork quilt, I wore a shawl to keep me warm (since I could not put my arms into a jacket), I watched late night TV when I could not sleep, and my purse held more PILLS than lipstick. I was the little old lady from Indiana.

"Go granny, go granny, go granny go!"