This week has been mentally, physically, and, mainly, emotionally hard.
Prior to my epidural, I had a change in my workspace. Instead of working on my personal laptop, that I could move from an exercise work station to different areas of the house, I am now confined to an upstairs workstation. The set up is quite impressive with large dual-monitors provided from my job. I am thankful but this has been a learning curve for me. I had to learn some new programs, spent the majority of Tuesday on the phone with the help desk, and am still not equipped with everything needed.
Wednesday was my “oh-not-so-fun” epidural experience that you can read about in an earlier blog. They days following have been tough work days. I was physically exhausted but thought I did not need to take off extra time. Boy, was I wrong. I lumbered through them physically but was hit mostly emotionally.
Since Wednesday’s epidural reprimand, I have been in and out of streams of tears. I have not cried this much in so long. I have read theories over why anesthesia could make someone cry. I am wondering if the stress of the past year is finally releasing itself with the help of the anesthesia. If so, when will the tears finally end?