Out of gas

The hardest thing right now is taking things easy still, and not overdoing it, even though I feel fine.

It's not hard not to do anything after work, because after working all day, I am tired, and it's no stretch to know that I just need to go home, eat dinner, and take it easy until it's time to go to bed--and sometimes it's hard just making it until it is time to go to bed.

But the weekends are hard. It's been several weeks since I've been able to go out and do my normal errands--a normal Saturday for me is pretty packed. But it's still too early, apparently, because I tried to do one (a normal Saturday), and I crashed. I felt fine Saturday morning, so I made my list and headed out--watch repair shop, bank, post office, library, card shop for Valentines, Kohl's for new underwear, Target for groceries and miscellaneous stuff.

I did really well until I got to Kohl's. Bob called on the cell phone while I was there, and we talked for a few minutes and I told him as soon as I was finished there, I was going to go to Target, and then home. He said, "Don't get too tired!" and I said I wouldn't. I was looking at purses--they were having a HUGE sale, with 70-80% off a bunch of stuff, and I got all excited looking at bags. There were some cute woven bags that I thought would make nice summer purses, and with the discount they would end up being less than $10.

So I was carrying around three or four bags, looking at all of them, looking at prices and trying to figure out which ones, if any, I wanted, and I just, as Bob would say, ran out of gas. I put all the purses back and went to look at underwear, which was my original goal.

Without going into a lot of detail, my regular, everyday underwear is Jockey for Her, cotton, and I like them, but they don't stretch very much, and they have elastic waistbands (of course). But my admittedly tiny, but still healing, incisions, are in kind of an awkward place, one of them being very high, almost to my waist, and also, my abdomen is still kind of swollen. So my underwear wasn't working out.

I had a few pairs of nicer ones, and these are seamless, with the waistband being more or less just a doubled portion of the body part, with no separate elastic and no separate waistband (they're called "Barely There"), and these seemed to work much better. So I picked out a few more pairs of those, plus a couple of matching bras, and while I would have loved to look at the clothes for awhile (70% off!), I was just way too tired.

So I bought my underwear, went to Target and bought groceries, and went home.

When I got home I told Bob that he was right, that I had gotten too tired. It's hard to know, though, just how much I can do. I don't really know until I let it go too far, apparently.

They changed my television shows! Or, they changed the programming times, I guess. Or, who knows, maybe it was just for that one time. I never buy TV Guide . . .

I went into the living room Friday night with my knitting and something to drink, to get situated (okay, and find the channel, because I never remember what cable channel USA is) to be ready when Monk came on, and I turned on the television, and found the right channel, but Law and Order was already on! I watched the last fifteen minutes of it or so, thinking, well, maybe there's another episode on at 8:00 every Friday night (yay, more for me!).

Then I watched Monk, and then a different Law and Order came on. I can't remember what this one's subtitle is, but it's the one with Vincent D'Onofrio, who I actually like, usually, but I've watched this show a few times and I don't like it.

It's too graphic, for one thing, and it's also kind of dumb. It's almost the kind of show that this week's Monk was parodying--a detective show where they solve the crimes so easily. And so quickly, of course. In this one, D'Onofrio's character opens a refrigerator and wipes his gloved finger across the wire rack, brings out his hand to show a blue stain on the glove, which tells him that there had been a soft cooler in the refrigerator that was leaking that blue stuff that freezes, and that basically solved the whole case right in the first few minutes.

I don't know--it's just always rung sort of false with me. I can't remember now if it used to come on after Monk, or if it came on after Nash Bridges. Oh well. I guess I'll find out what's going on next Friday.