Leading up to Christmas Day, I kept hearing the same thing from my home health nurse, from my doctor and most of all from my family. Don’t over do it. I’m only now reaching the half-way point in healing process from open heart surgery. The only restriction that remains (besides stretching and bending) is the “don’t over do” rule. What does that mean exactly? Is spending three hours wrapping little presents over doing it? I baked 20 dozen cookies in a week. Is that too much? I made so many appetizers and goodie platters, we ran out of room in the back of the car. Is that too much? I made candy tins for give away stocking stuffers with five different kinds of candies. Again, too much?
At first I wasn’t allowed to raise my hands above my shoulders. Finally the whole raising of the hands restriction was lifted. However; I was told I could only lift one hand at a time above my head. I am under five-foot tall. That means just about the entire planet is above my head. This is especially true in my kitchen. And I’m not suppose to bend over, as that could cause a dizzy spell. Well that’s another limitation that went out the window fast. In my kitchen, if I didn’t pile everything I own on the kitchen counters, then it’s either above my head, or below my knees. Silly rules. How’s an old gal to function? So I ask again – what does over doing it mean? To my, if I get too tired, I rest. If it hurts, I stop. Life goes on. And so do I . . .
How I love to create!