One day I will listen

Every day since I've been home from the hospital I've done something. I've gotten my hair cut, I've gone to the office, and today I ran a few errands although made up, and made it to Fiesta Friday but I am paying for it all.

The swelling has gone down some. I joked in the beginning that I looked like I was ready to give birth, then I was 6 mths pregnant, today I said I looked 4. Improvement. Today I've only taken as of 10pm 1 pain pill all day. Improvement. Of course I am taking one SOON! When I left this morning Mom and I stopped to get a card for my gyn Dr. Godfree, we stopped by Payless because I was wearing flip flops and it was raining and cold and Mother said I needed shoes, dropped the card off at the Dr's office, stopped by Hobby Lobby, went for lunch, stopped by Martin's all before 1:00. By the time I got home I was extremely sore. So sore in fact that I walked in the door and went straight to bed and slept for about 2 hours. When I woke I felt great so my stupid butt decided we were going to keep with our new Friday tradition and go for Mexican. That was probably the nail in the coffin. I am currently counting down time when I can take a pain pill. Stupid, stupid me.

I keep telling Mom that they told me to walk, they told me to move, but Mom keeps reminding me that they didn't tell me to run the road. What am I supposed to do? I get crazy being confined to the house, cabin fever I tell you!

However it dawned on me tonight that I must get better about listening. I know I can't do this when I start chemo, especially after Mom told me that the Dr had told them that he would probably put a port in my chest or in my side for chemo. I can't expect to do chemo one day and spend the day of and the few days after running the roads. Anyway she tells me this tonight and my first question was, "Will I be able to workout like I was?" UGH! I know the answer, Probably not. Especially not burpees and such. SUCKS!

Adopting a new motto though, "Cancer you picked the wrong BITCH". :)  Saw it on cafepress on a decal and I think I want it, and about a million more. It is true though. I need to get my head straight and get moving. I refuse to give up the strength I was gaining before cancer and I refuse to let cancer win.