Go Away, Hey
Thursday. These last two days have been no better than those days right after the operation, at least for being tired and sleeping. One of the waitresses at the café this morning who only works on Thursdays and Fridays and, I suspect, has some perspective, said “my, but you're looking better” and I'm sure at many levels I am better, maybe even look better, but when it comes to tired, I'm tired. Eight hours sleep last night, good hours, maybe more, and then a two and a half hour nap around noon without any real choice in the matter. This marks the first day of the seventh week since the operation. I hope whatever is going on inside has been making progress and plans on winding up before summer.
Later. After nine in the evening, the head better, still tired, but then that seems the norm. I've been drinking water for the last three hours to cut the sour ache in (I think) the esophagus. Could be the stomach. How do you tell? I had a tuna fish sandwich for dinner around six. Not sure why a tuna fish sandwich would leave this particular sour aching, but most food more solid than yogurt seems to have this effect. I can deal with the food but I'd like the tired thing to go away, hey. Diddle-dee-day. Please. Here in Oakland.