Over analyzing

Me: "Brent I can't tell if I'm wanting to cry because of post-surgery crash, hormones, lack of hormones, cancer, kids are gone, or if I'm just over-analyzing."

Brent: "Really? I'm going with over-analyzing."

Me: "Yeah, good call."

I have some pain, but minimal and I can get up and around pretty well. I definitely need to keep busy because otherwise I'm going to sit around thinking about and therefore creating pain somewhere in my body. With nothing to do I could stub my toe and decide it's inflamed and it's a side effect of something. I can get pretty creative when my brain really goes for it! 

I have some bloating still, but it's getting better. I should have taken a series of progression pictures. It would be like backwards of pregnant belly pictures. 1 day along bloated, 2 days minimal bloatage, 3 days ate a large dinner, 4 days normalish! Probably not gallery worthy...

I learned of someone today who has had cancer for 20 years and I had no idea. I'm obviously not thrilled that they have it, but it helps to hear stories like that. He doesn't advertise it, he's not venting about horrible it is, it's just a part of his life at this point. More proof that that Internet searching stuff is ridiculous. I should shut Internet off at my house at 9pm or something. Those late night what ifs are a rough gig. I'm still trying to figure out how to minimize those. Funny stuff helps, Tina Fey books and entertaining e-mails from Nell keep me distracted. Maybe I'll try some aversion therapy. Every time I have a negative thought I'll do push-ups as punishment to teach my brain that they're bad. I hate push-ups that would be horrible. I can imagine Brent wondering why his wife's on the floor in the middle of the night...

Enough rambling...