Here’s my arm, three days later (gave blood Thursday morning and here’s how I look/ed Sunday Afternoon)

I FINALLY feel like I’m back to (mostly) normal.  I’m not so tired, my appetite is pretty much back to “constant graze” and the only odd thing is that my tolerance for alcohol is way diminished.  I guess it could be worse, beer goes straight to my tummy anyway.
Funny thing is, it all seems so surreal now.  Almost like it didn’t happen or I didn’t do it.  But i did do it.  And it did happen.  And it will happen again.  And I hurt much less then when I have to have a blood draw… so it must be physiological.
Haven’t had the guts to go back the gym yet (the pamphlet advised to avoid strenuous activity if bruising occurs), seems like slight physical activity makes me more aware of the bruised area, so I think I’ll try the gym tomorrow and stop if I start to hurt.  No harm, no foul right?

That being said, perhaps I’ll try tackling another sewing project, though  my bathroom is asking me to paint it… I mean, it’s raining and Steve’s doing homework… guess I’ll stare at my toes

Oh, and Happy Mother’s Day to all!
(this includes mothers of angels, mothers of furry babies, mothers of actual babies and mothers of men who act like babies)