When the going gets tough . . .

One of the lovely cards I've received with your sentiments of good wishes reads:

When the going gets tough ... the tough have the good sense to put their feet up, grab a glass of vino, nab the remote control, order a pizza, and stay in for the night.

I've always thought myself sensible, so when two of my doctors suggested today I need to take it easy and get some rest, I'm going to follow their advice.

Last night, vomiting was added to the pain and swelling I've been experiencing. So my meds have been changed and we'll see if I do any better on the new one. They tell me not to get discouraged. "Some people react badly." This misery is just a "bump in the road."

So I'm going to bed. Of course my health won't allow any wine and my surgeon wants me to avoid dairy (so no pizza), but the remote control is within reach should I feel well enough to turn that machine on and I have a cat beside me hoping I'll keep my feet up.

Wake me up Sunday.