The Day after Christmas

Well a miracle of Christmas this year for me is just being here. It is nice not having to get up and get going for the day. Sit, relax a bit and do something that Beth loves to do, read. Of course my like of material is a bit different. She brought a book about the criminal profiling written by one of the original founders for the FBI. It was fantastic to read and I enjoyed every minute of it. I realized why I love psychology so much and why I went on to getting the PhD's. We are so uniquely made and so interesting to watch. I often reflect back upon my day and how I have handled it. When I walked for the mail today I watched as I tried to take a step normally and could not. Realizing that I was made to take steps and could not and may not walk in a normal way again. Then I started thinking about my age and how as we get older our bodies do not work quite as well. As my thoughts continued I thought that I will make the most of my therapy and gather back as much of my normal as I can get and go from there. I also realized that still after five months of recovery still at 2:30 or 3 in the afternoon I get tired and feel worn to the point of needing a nap. My problem is that if I give into the need after about one and a half hours of sleep I wake up but as so relaxed all I want to do is go back to sleep. I have to fight like anything to get myself up and moving. Once I am up and moving around for about fifteen minutes I am like recharged with energy and ready to go. This may never change as the doctors have told me already. I will learn to work this into my day as I have already begun to do. I just do not want people thinking I am lazy, which I know comes from how I was raised.