Day 812 Delusional Expectations

 

Another day in bed, unable to move but finally holding down food. Each night I have delusional expectations of waking up and feeling fine...each morning my body replies, not yet. I did manage to get out of bed and water all my Hibiscus plants, another one of my delusional expectations. I have brought in my beautiful outdoor plants with hopes of keeping them alive inside through the winter. Melissa even brought me over her plant, knowing I would take it in and try my best to save it. Each spring when the spectacular Hibiscus plants are for sale they look like such a great idea....until fall hits. Dragging in all the planters, finding indoor spots for the giant outdoor plants and watering them daily, a lot of work for a questionable outcome. Each year I believe I can do it, save them, bring them out next spring and dazzle myself with the spoils of my efforts and I just know these will survive. As I crawled out of bed to eat a saltine cracker I used whatever energy reserve I had to water my plants. They are still blooming large beautiful flowers, reminding me of warmer days. No chance of my morning Miami run happening, these days I'm lucky to make it to the kitchen for five minutes. I had Tim make me oatmeal, to his dismay it wasn't instant, although I don't believe cooking rolled oats is very difficult. Oh, the skills he learns while I'm not feeling well. With a little food in my system, I'm bound to feel better soon....maybe tomorrow.