I'm impatient to get back to normal. To get back to yoga in the mornings. To be able to get down on the ground and play with the kids. To cook dinner, to clean the house, to do laundry. To take a more carefree shower. To go places we usually go, see friends we see often. To not hurt so much anymore. To wear clothes that are NOT pajama pants.
It's hard to be slowed down forcefully. It's hard to take the time I need to heal.
I hope today gets better because I feel kind of crummy about it so far.