I'm not good at being careful, or at resting. The "type A" in me grows restless and impatient. Several years ago I realized my "type-A" personality was working against me, so I decided to teach myself to relax a little more and not sweat the small stuff. After several months of witnessing my attempts at transformation, Tim told me one day I had developed a new "type-C" personality, which was "type-A about turning into type-B."
Years later, type-C seems to be the closest I can get to type-B. It's better than nothing, and it's good to be able to relax and enjoy life a little more, (but I still know my type-A personality can still serve me well when I need it...it's my secret weapon.)
I found out over the past few weeks I've had to rely heavily on my type-C personality to recover from surgery. Apparently one day I emphasized the need for rest too well. I walked out of my room to find these signs on the door:
Thanks, Megan!
Even Blossom got in on the type-C shift. She's not allowed in my room, but waited patiently by the door.
(Similar expressions were on the kids' faces)
Mostly I think I'm recovered. I don't lift a lot, and I still get tired easily (took a three hour nap this morning), but most days are relatively normal. When I'm feeling impatient, I shift into type-C mode. Baby steps...baby steps...baby steps... The type-A me would have freaked out, but the type-C me handles baby steps a lot better.
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I used to think I'd *absolutley* love to be forced to just lay in bed all day and read books (and eat bon bons?) ... until I was on bedrest with my youngest. I was MISERABLE!
Hope you get to feeling better soon!
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