My energy is terribly sapped. When I went to the doc's earlier it was exhausting just to drive. I won't be trying to speed up recovery by over achieving, I'm just so pooped. At the risk of sounding sappy, the only thing that really made me sad was my granddaughter got a little panicky when her Dad told her I was in the hospital. Their 11 year old Frenchy died just last week and she's been on edge.
Normally I never do face time, it seems gimmicky to me, but I asked my son to face time me when he got home. All grandparents think their grandchildren are wonderful (ok, not all of us all the time) but I showed her my room, my hospital bracelet and she seemed happy. I finally found a use for FaceTime. It was amazing how easy it was to make her laugh. But she is a cheerful soul.
Thanks beth for the advice, I'll be laying low until I manage to kick this to the curb.