I keep telling myself that I'm getting better, but I think I'm really saying that because I'm impatient with the poky pace of my recovery. I had more blood tests done and while my "liver levels are normal," I'm still in a lot of discomfort. I get instant liver pain immediately after eating anything, and I'm still flirting with nausea.
Robb is such a better patient than I am.
Look at this male bufflehead. He's all spunky and smiley, just like Robb.
The female seems to be having a more difficult time, particularly when food is involved. That's me. Biting off more than I can chew, and then struggling like an idiot.
I keep trying to get back to my normal pace of life, and instead I over-exert myself (doing really simple activities) and make myself really ill. Did you know that there's a direct correlation between a short, leisurely bike ride and a long, nasty bout of nausea? Robb and I were suffering from cabin fever, and I figured that taking the bikes out would be a good idea. He cycles way better than he walks, and I figured that I could be a super-slacky slow cyclist, and not over exert myself.
And I was wrong.
Cycling equals nausea, at least for the moment.
Our attempt at kite-flying was more successful. Robb took the trike, and I walked alongside him, carrying my new stunt kite. (Thanks Robb!) Launching this kite is a two-person job, and despite Robb's lack of mobility, we actually made a pretty good team. Stunt kite flying is really fun, but it involves a lot of crashing and lot of untangling. On this outing we understood that we had to respect our own limitations, and stop when I started feeling nauseous, and when Robb's back started to hurt.
Dealing with crashing and untangling....there's probably a lesson in there, if only I weren't too stubborn to learn it.