Better

I returned to work on Thursday and made it through my short work week of two days. It felt more like two weeks! I haven’t felt overwhelming exhaustion like this since I had newborns in the house. Recovering from this infection is hard work. 

After three weeks away from my job, my ‘to do’ stack is, of course, mountainous. The urgent things got done while I was out. Everything else is waiting for me to pick back up again. It will take some time to get closer to caught up. I’m never completely caught up with everything. That’s impossible in my job. 

Right now I’m operating at nowhere near my usual level of performance. Thursday I was at about 60%. Friday I was closer to 80%. I stayed the full day both days, but I was staggering tired by the time I left. My weekend is all about resting up and recharging. It is much needed. 

I picked up my guitar again Saturday night for the first time in three weeks. I had been too sick to touch it before this. I canceled four weeks of lessons and stopped playing. I actually thought I did okay tonight. It didn’t sound entirely bad. Most of what I know and learned came right back. Newer notes and chords were harder to remember. The strings hurt my fingers again. I noticed some of the calluses and blisters I had developed peeled off while I was sick. I’ll have to build them back up again. 

I sampled something different for dinner Saturday, too. I ate a few cheese ravioli but only a trace amount of sauce. I’m starting to develop more of an appetite again, and that’s a good sign, too. 

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Donna Reads: The Strongest Steel (Second Circle Tattoos #1)

steelThe Blurb: Harper Connelly never expected to find herself outside of a tattoo parlor at one in the morning, summoning the nerve to take back her past. She’s determined to forget her old life and is looking for an artist who can tattoo over the scars on her back.

Trent Andrews, local legend and owner of the Second Circle tattoo studio, has his own reasons for specializing in inking over scars. And in spite of her mysterious past and the difficult road ahead, he quickly realizes that Harper is funny, smart, and–under her ridiculously oversized clothing and SPF 100 sunscreen–totally hot. He’s happy to take on the challenge of designing a meaningful and deadly full-back tattoo for her.

But when cryptic messages start appearing on Harper’s phone, strange deliveries arrive at her door, and Second Circle is vandalized, Harper is convinced that her ex-boyfriend has tracked her down, and worse, that he knows about Trent. Running was the only thing that saved her last time, but now that she’s started to put down roots in Miami, she’ll have to decide if she can finally fight back instead.

This is the first book I’ve read by Scarlett Cole. I believe it was also her first novel. I had a hard time getting through this one. It was so slow. I actually put it aside and read two other (faster paced) more interesting books before I could sit and finish this one. I liked the story although I didn’t care for the stalker aspect at all. I would’ve been happier if it had just been about the love story and Harper learning to trust again. I also had a hard time liking the hero. I wanted him to be different somehow. At times he seemed wimpy to me even though he did MMA training in a cage. He didn’t seem tough enough for that. I didn’t like the second person voice; it was lacking in description at times. Thinking back now, I couldn’t even tell you what Trent looked like other than extremely tall, dark and handsome. What color were his eyes? I don’t know. It didn’t stick with me. Since this story was so slowly told, it seemed at times like it would never end. When the story finally limped to its conclusion, Harper is the one who gets the bad guy. I kind-of wanted Trent to do that for her. I wanted him to do something other than love her and create an awesome tattoo. If he was that much man, he seemed a little wasted here. Harper spent three-quarters of the story worrying about his safety. Who was the guy here?

Image and blurb from Goodreads

Finally

I’m home again after spending another two hours at the vet this morning. I was tube-fed Thursday evening at the vet, and on Friday and Saturday at home. I was also trying to eat on my own and choking because the tube was gagging me. On Sunday Mommy stopped the tube-feeding since I was eating well enough by mouth. The tube is now out, and what have I been doing ever since I got home? I’ve been eating. I won’t show you the other side of my neck because it’s shaved bald, and I have a boo boo where the tube was. It’s good to be back.

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