I count myself very fortunate that I have a high tolerance of pain. I have to admit, I have wondered if that is a bad thing. I had surgery on Tuesday. I was told that my pain would probably be around a 5 or 6, if it reached a 7 or higher, they would give me pain medicine. I don't even think it was a 1. I got home around 6:00, my aunt called within minutes. We talked for a while and then my son drove me to a meeting. The funny part is when I talked with my aunt she mentioned she was going to send flowers but I didn't sound bad at all. I told her to hang up and call me back and I'd do better at not sounding so good. She laughed, as did I when I came home from my son's doctor appointment and saw flowers by the door.
My biggest pain from the procedure was from the IV they put in. It left a nasty bruise on my arm (2" x 1-7/8"). Ouch!
Do you remember Aesop’s fable about the Grasshopper and the Ant? The industrious little ant worked all day, every day preparing for the days ahead of him. He was always prepared and never stressed. The grasshopper was a procrastinator. His motto was ‘Why work today when I can wait until I need it tomorrow.’ I try to be that ant and plan ahead, however, deep down inside, I'm a grasshopper. I keep revealing that about myself as I work on projects, have laundry to do or maybe even a lesson that needs to be prepared and I'm off having fun, procrastinating and putting off until I have to do it.
Today I am a grasshopper.