Yay, it's Monday!!!

Said no one. *lol*  Okay, maybe if that's the start of your weekend or vacation.

As you know, I am recovering from a wicked go'round with Covid (I won, you *&%#@!). Aaaaaaand I have been mentally beating the crap out of myself because my body is not responding the way I want. I've recovered from major surgeries faster than this. Sheesh! It has been (for me) frustrating. 

I posted on another blog that my coordination is total shite. I'm unsteady on my feet and constantly tripping. My hands are weak/shaky and not moving fast enough to suit me and my typing is terrible. Sooooo bloody tired and weak AF. Cannot open a pop can, much less a bottle of Gatorade. And my doctor says it could take several months for me to be back to normal. 

Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!  *dash1*

My DH has been great. He knows I despise (in myself) weakness so he does not hover or say "let me do that, baby". He waits for me to ask - which I loathe doing, but have no choice since I cannot get that damn lid off of the Gatorade. *diablo*

While DH has been patient with me, I have not. You don't want to hear how I've been berating myself. Oh, hell, I've been a downright bully to weak Aniki. Chastizing myself, calling myself names... All because my body is not responding the way *I* want/expect. 

My Dad, the Prince of Patience, put things in perspective last night. DH was at work and I wanted some scrambled eggs - my first time cooking in weeks. And a month ago, I would have poo-poo'd scrambling a couple of eggs as really cooking (for me). Ermagawd, what a MESS I made. Butter in the skillet.... and down the side. Took me 3 tries to crack the first egg - and got egg white on the stove. Hit the second egg harder, then got several bits of egg shell in the bowl. Whipped egg right out of the bowl and onto the floor. Cooked them, scooped 'em onto a plate - and onto the counter. Crikey. What does Dad say? "That's GREAT!"

Whut? I made mess after mess. His response? "So what. You got it done. Every success - even if it's not your usual best - is an important part in your recovery. It was a nasty illness. You're making progress and THAT is the thing."

I admit I was a bit flabbergasted by what Dad said. Then I realized that I am so used to being horribly hard on myself, that I was overlooking the fact that it IS progress. And instead of bemoaning (what I see as) the lack, I should be pleased that I DID IT. I accomplished something I couldn't do a week ago. 

So my takeaway is this: Give yourself a break. Stop beating yourself up. You don't have to get it right every single time. Everyone makes mistakes. We all have setbacks and failures. You don't always get there all at once. Sometimes you get there a little bit at a time. Take the win, no matter how small it may seem. What matters is that YOU DID IT.  *give_rose*